The Lowlands of Holland versuri

Versuri Epochalypse – The Lowlands of Holland lyrics

On the night that I was married
And laid in my marriage bed
There came a bold sea-captain
And he stood at my bedhead
Saying, „Rise up, rise up, Riley
And go along with me
To the lowlands of Holland
To fight and never flee”

Our ship she lies in harbour
With her anchor at her prow
There’s a gale blows down the Humber
I can hear it roaring now
And I cannot wait for other men
To come along with me
To the lowlands of Holland
For to fight and never flee

Now, Holland is a pretty place
For my love to dwell in
But there’s no deep sea harbour
For a sailor to remain
But the sugarcane was plentiful
And tea grows on every tree
And the lowlands of Holland
Lie between my love and me

I will build my lover a bonny boat
A boat with silver sails
With four and twenty young mariners
For to rock her through the waves
Come all you ranting roaring lads
Come on, boys, pull away
For I never had but one true love
And she is far away

No shawl goes around my shoulder
And no comb goes through my hair
No candlelight nor firelight
Will shine in my bower fair
And never will I married by
Until the day I die
Since the raging seas and stormy winds
Parted my love and I