Lowlands of Holland

On the night that I was married and in my marriage bed
There came a bold sea captain and he stood at my bed head
Saying, "Rise up. Rise up, you married man, and come away with me
"To the low, low lands of Holland, to fight the enemy."

I held my love all in my arms, still hoping he might stay
'Til the captain gave the order that they had to march away
Saying, "There's many a blithe young married man this night must come with me
"To the low, low lands of Holland, to fight the enemy."

Well, Holland is a pretty place for my true love to be in
'Tis a wild inhabitation and in it grows much green
Where the leaves they grow, and the wind it blows and there's fruit on every tree
It's the low, low lands of Holland parted my love and me

No shoes or stockings will I put on, nor comb go through my hair
And nor shall fire nor candle light shine in my bower fair
Nor will I lie with any young man until the die I die
It's the low, low lands of Holland parted my love and I