The Low Low Lands of Holland
Traditional:
courtesy of www.SailorSongs.com - 1760 Lyrics
The very day I was married
That night I lay on my bed
A press gang came to my bedside
These words to me they said
Arise arise arise young man
And come along with me with me
To the low low lands of Holland
To face your enemy
But Holland is a cold place
A place where grows no green
And Holland is a cold place
For my love to wander in
Though money had been as plentiful
As leaves upon the tree the tree
Yet before I'd time to turn myself
My love was stolen from me
I'll build my love a gallant ship
A ship of noted fame.
With four and twenty seamen bold
To box her on the main
They'll rant and roar in sparkling glee
Where some ever they do go do go
To the low low lands of Holland
To face the daring foe
Says the mother to the daughter
What makes you to lament
O there are lords and dukes and squires
Can ease your heart's content
But never will I married be
Until the day I die I die
since the low, low lands of Holland
Have parted my love and me
There's not a swathe goes round my waist
Nor comb goes in my hair
Neither firelight nor candle light
Can ease my heart's despair
And never will I married be
Until the day I die I die
Since the low low lands of Holland
Have parted my love and me
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