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New Holland is a bonny place,
but it is scant of men;
Yet to conquer New England
is what they do intend;
For there is none can win them,
so well they know the sea,
And the lowlands of Holland
hath twin'd my love and me.
Be still be still my daughter
be still and be content:
There are more lads in Galloway
thou needs not so lament
O there are none in Galloway
not one that longs for me
For I lov'd ne'er a love but one
who's drowned in the sea.
He was a comely proper youth
I lov'd him for my part
But death has taken him from me
which sore afflicts my heart:
And since that he's departed
I'll mourn and weep always,
That e'er he went to Holland
that was my earthly joys.
Unto the grave that he has gone
who was my comely dear,
May heaven receive my soul to rest
and guide me while I'm here.
I'll still lament in brinish tears
Until the day I die,
Since the lowlands of Holland
hath twin'd my love and me.
