On the night that I was married and upon my marriage bed
There came a bowsie captain there stood at my bedhead
Crying, "Up rise up, young wedded man, and come along with me
To the lowlands of Holland, to fight your enemy."
Oh I held my love all in my arms, thinking he might stay
But the captain gave out the order, & he was marched away.
Crying, "Many a blithe young married man this night must go with me
To the lowlands of Holland, to fight the enemy."
New Holland is a wondrous place and in it grows much green
It's a wild inhabitation for my love to be in
Where the grasses grow and the warm winds blow
And there's fruit on every tree
But the lowlands of Holland parted me love and me
No shoe no stocking I'll put on no comb go through my hair
Nor shall no coal nor candlelight shine in my bower fair
Nor will I lie with another man until the day I die
For the lowlands of Holland
The lowlands of Holland
The lowlands of Holland have parted my love and I
