The Lowlands of Holland

(Traditional)

From the album Rarities

On the night that I was married and upon my marriage bed there up came a bold sea captain and he stood at my bed head 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 sugarcane 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 stays around my waist, no combs all in my hair. I will wear no scarf around my neck for to save my beauty fair. And never will I marry, not until the day I die, since these four winds and stormy seas came between my love and I.