The Lowlands Of Holland
On the night that I was married,
And upon my marriage bed.
There up 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.
Well I never had but the one sweetheart
And now he's gone far away from me.
I will wear no stasel around my waist,
No cornsaul in my hair.
I will wear no scarf around my neck,
For to save my beauty fair.
And there poor will I am married,
Not until the day that I die.
Since these four winds & these stormy seas,
Came beween my love and I.
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