| Lowlands Of Holland |
| On the night that I was married And upon my marriage bed There came a bold sea captain And 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 then, 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 the tree Well, I never had but the one sweetheart And now he's gone far away from me I will wear no staysail around my waist Nor combs are 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 I die Since these four winds and these stormy seas Came between my love and I |