The night that I was married and in my married bed Up comes the bold sea captain and stands at my bed head Saying 'arise, arise, young wedded man and come along With me To the Lowlands of Holland for to fight the enemy' Oh, Holland is a lovely land and in it grows fine grain It is a place of residence for soldiers to remain Where the sugar cane grows plentiful and the tea grows on Each tree I never had but the one sweetheart and she's far away From me Says the mother to the daughter 'leave off your sore
Lament There's men enough in Galway to be your heart's content' 'There's men enough in Galway, but alas there's none for Me Since the high winds and the stormy seas have parted my Love and me' 'i'll wear no stays around my waist, no combs all in my Hair No handkerchief around my neck, to shade my beauty fair And neither will I marry until the day I die Since the high winds and the stormy seas have parted my Love and I'