The Lowlands Of Holland
Traditional

Now, when that I was married and in my married 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 for to fight the enemy

Now Holland is a lovely land and in it there grows fine grain
It is a place of residence for soldiers to remain
Where the sugarcane grows plentiful, the tea grows on each tree
I only had the one true love and now he's gone far away from me

Said the mother to her daughter, leave off your sore lament
Is there ne'r a man in Ireland that will be your heart's content
There are men enough in Ireland but alas there is none for me
Since high winds and stormy seas have parted me love and me

I'll wear no shoes all on my feet, no combs all in my hair
I'll wear no handkerchief around my neck for to shade my beauty fair
And neither will I marry until the day I die
Since high winds and stormy seas have parted me love and I