and sent her to the sea,
With sevenscore brave mariners,
to bear her company:
There’s threescore of them were sunk,
and threescore dy’d at sea,
And the lowlands of Holland
hath twin’d my love and me.
Their mainmast was hewn down,
their yards and riggings gone,
Their ropes and their anchors,
out o’er ship-board were thrown.
Out o’er ship-board they were blown,
by tempest in she sea
And the lowlands of Holland
hath twin’d my love and me.
To love hath built another ship,
and set it on the main,,br />
Yet hath not twentv mariners
now for to fetch her hame ;
Ten weary wind did rise again,
the seas began to rout
My love then and his pretty ship
turn’d widershins about.
New Holland is a bonny place,
in it there grows no grain,
Nor yet no habitation,
within for to remain
The sugar canes are plenty,
the wine drops from the tree,
And the lowlands of Holland
hath twin’d my love and me.
