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Lowlands Of Holland

anonimo
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Last night I was a-married, and on my marriage bed
Up comes a bold sea captain and stood at my bed-head:
Saying - Arise, arise, you married man, and come along with me
To the lowlands of Holland, to fight your enemy

She held her true love in her arms, still thinking he might stay
But the Captain gave another shout, and he was forced away -
O it's many a blithe young married man this night must go with me
To the lowlands of Holland, for to fight the enemy

O Holland is a wondrous place, and in it grows much green
It's a wild inhabitation for my true love to be in
There the sugar cane grows plentiful and the fruit on every tree
But the lowlands of Holland is between my love and me

But Ireland is a better place, a land of springy turf
And all around McGilligan is the thunder of the surf
And I would wish my true true love in Ireland for to be
But the lowlands of Holland is between my love and me

No shoes nor stockings I put on nor comb went in my hair
And neither coal nor candle-light shone in my chamber there
Nor will I marry with any young man until the day I die
Since the lowlands of Holland are between my love and me



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