The Lowlands Of Holland | |
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Now, when that I was married And in my married 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 For to fight the enemy Now Holland is a lovely land And in it there grows fine grain It is a place of residence For soldiers to remain Where the sugarcane grows plentiful The tea grows on each tree I only had the one true love And now he's gone far away from me Said the mother to her daughter Leave off your sore lament Is there ne'r a man in Ireland That will be your heart's content There are men enough in Ireland But alas there is none for me Since high winds and stormy seas Have parted me love and me I'll wear no shoes all on my feet No combs all in my hair I'll wear no handkerchief around my neck For to shade my beauty fair And neither will I marry Until the day I die Since high winds and stormy seas Have parted me love and I |
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