LOWLANDS OF HOLLAND

Last night I was married,

And in my marriage bed,

Up came a bold sea captain,

And stood at my bedhead,

Saying arise you handsome wedded man,

And come along with me,

To the lowlands of Holland,

To fight for your country.

I held my lover in my arms,

Still thinking that he could stay,

I begged the captain for mercy,

For a man of peace was he,

They tore him from my trembling arms,

My tears did carry no sway,

and they dragged my gentle lover,

To the harbour to sail away.

Now Holland is a lovely land,

And in it grows much green,

With lots of habitation,

For my love to lie in,

Where wild flowers grow plentiful,

And the fruit on every tree,

But the lowlands of Holland,

Have parted my love and me.

They took my love to a gallant ship,

Though he pleaded to remain,

Many young men were forced away,

To sail across the main,

Then storm winds began to blow,

And the seas did loudly roar,

And the captain and his gallant ship,

Was never seen no more,

Says the mother to the daughter,

Why do you still lament,

There are men enough in Galway,

For to be your heart's content,

Oh mother dear then I do swear,

Another I'll not wed,

For the Lowlands of Holland,

Have taken the heart of me.