LOWLANDS OF HOLLAND

The night that I was married

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 then Holland is a lovely land

And upon it grows fine grain

Sure it is a place of residence

For a soldier to remain

Where the sugar cane is plentiful

And the tea grows on each tree

Now I never had but the one sweetheart

And she's far away from me

I will wear no stays around my waist,

No comb go through my hair

No firelight nor candlelight

Shall ease my heart's despair.

And never will I married not until the day I die

Since these high winds and stormy seas

Came between my love and I.