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Lowlands Of Holland

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LOWLANDS OF HOLLAND

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
LOWLANDS OF HOLLAND

The love that I have chosen I therewith be content
And the salt sea shall be frozen before that I repent
Repent it shall I never until the day I dee
But the lowlands of Holland has twined my love and me.

My love lies in the salt sea and I am on the side
It's enough to break a young thing's heart that lately was a bride.
But lately was a bonny bride with pleasure in her e'e.
But the lowlands of Holland has twined my love and me.

My love he built a bonny ship and set her on the sea
With seven score good mariners to bear her company.
But there's three score of them is sunk and three score dead at sea
And the lowlands of Holland has twined my love and me.


My love has built a nether ship and set her on the name
And nane but twenty mariners all for to bring her hame.
But the weary wind began to rise, the sea began to roll
And my love then and his bonny ship turned with the shins about.

There shall nae a quiff come on my head nor comb come in my hair
There shall neither coal nor candlelight shine in my bower mair.
And neither will I marry until the day I dee
For I never had a love but one and he's drowned in the sea.

Oh hold your tongue my daughter dear, be still and be content.
There's men enough in Galloway, you need not sore lament.
Oh there's men enough in Galloway, alas there's none for me
For I never had a love but one and he's drowned in the sea.




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