Lowlands Of Holland
Anonymous
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| LOWLANDS OF HOLLAND On the night that I was wed And upon my marriage bed There came a bold sea captain And he stood at my bedhead Saying, "arise, arise, young wedded man And come along with me To the lowlands of Holland To fight the enemy" Now Holland is a lovely land And upon it grows fine grain Surely 'tis a place of residence For a soldier to remain Where the sugar cane is plentiful And the tea grows on each tree Well, I never had but the one sweetheart And now he's gone far away from me I will wear no stays around my waist Nor combs all in my hair I will wear no scarf around my neck for to save my beauty there And never will I marry Not until the day that I die Since these four winds and these stormy seas Came 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. |
