Lowlands Of Holland
Anonymous
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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. |