The Lowlands Of Holland

My love has built up a bonny ship, and he set her on the sea

With seven score good mariners, for to bear her company

There is three score is sunk m' lads and three score dead at sea

And the lowlands of Holland hae twined my love and me

My love, he built up another ship, and he set her on the main

With none but twenty mariners for to bring her safely hame

But the weary wind began tae rise, the sea began to roll

My love then and his bonny ship turned withershins about

There'll neither quiff come on my head nor comb come tae my hair

There shall neither coal nor candlelight shine in my bower nae mair

Nor will I love another one, until the day I dee

For I never loved a love but ane, and he's drowned in the sea

"Oh hold your tongue, my daughter dear, be still, and be content-

There are mair lads in Gallowa', ye need not sair lament"

Oh there is nane in Gallowa', there's nane at all for me

For I never loved a love but ane, and he is drowned in the sea