Lowlands Of Holland
The love that I have chosen I'll therewith be content
The salt sea shall frozen before that I repent
Repent it shall I never, until the day I die
For the lowlands of Holland have twined my love and I
My love lies in the salt sea and I am on the side
Enough to break a young thing's heart what lately was a bride
What lately was a bonny bride and pleasure in her eyes
For the lowlands of Holland have twined my love and I
My love he built a bonny ship and set her on the sea
With seven score good mariners for to bear her company
But the weary wind began to rise, the sea began to roll
And my love then and his bonny ship turned widdershins about
There shall neither quiff come on my head nor comb come in my hair
There shall neither coal nor candlelight shine in my bower mair
Nor will I love another one, until the day I die
For the high wind and stormy sea have twined my love and I
Oh hauld your tongue my daughter dear, be still and be content
There are mair lads in Galloway, ye need na sair lament
Oh there is nane in Galloway, there's nane at a' for me
For I never loved a love but one, and he's drowned in the sea
The salt sea shall frozen before that I repent
Repent it shall I never, until the day I die
For the lowlands of Holland have twined my love and I
My love lies in the salt sea and I am on the side
Enough to break a young thing's heart what lately was a bride
What lately was a bonny bride and pleasure in her eyes
For the lowlands of Holland have twined my love and I
My love he built a bonny ship and set her on the sea
With seven score good mariners for to bear her company
But the weary wind began to rise, the sea began to roll
And my love then and his bonny ship turned widdershins about
There shall neither quiff come on my head nor comb come in my hair
There shall neither coal nor candlelight shine in my bower mair
Nor will I love another one, until the day I die
For the high wind and stormy sea have twined my love and I
Oh hauld your tongue my daughter dear, be still and be content
There are mair lads in Galloway, ye need na sair lament
Oh there is nane in Galloway, there's nane at a' for me
For I never loved a love but one, and he's drowned in the sea
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Writer(s): Traditional (pd), Brady, Boyes
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