The Lowlands Of Holland
On the night that I was married and on my marriage bed
Up comes a bold sea captain, he stod at my bed-head
Arise, arise, young married man and come along with me
To the Lowlands of Holland to face the enemy.
I held my lover in my arms hoping that he would stay
But the captain he gave another shout, he was forced to go away
There's many a bright young married man tonight with me must go
To the low Lowlands of Holland to fight the enemy.
The took my love to a sailing ship, a ship of high renown
With four and twenty seamen bold to steer across the main
Oh the weary winds began to howl, the seas they began to roar
My loved one and his sailing ship were tossed and turned about
Oh hold your tongue, my daughter dear, be still and be content
There are men enough in Ireland, you need not so lament
There are men enough in Ireland, alas there are none for me
I only have but one true love, and he is dead at sea
I'll wear no shoe or stocking, or comb put in my hair
Nor fire light nor candle bright will show my beauty rare
And never will I married be until the day I die
For the low Lowlands of Holland are between my love and I