The 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