Drowned mariner, or, The lowlands of Holland hath twin'd my love & me/The Low-lands of Holland hath twin'd my Love and Me

Drowned mariner, or, The lowlands of Holland hath twin'd my love & me (1800)
The Low-lands of Holland hath twin'd my Love and Me
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The LOW-LANDS of HOLLAND
hath twin’d my LOVE and ME


THE love that I have chosen,
I‘ll therewith be content,
The salt sea shall be frozen
before that I repent;
Repent it shall I never,
until the day I die,
But the lowlands of Holland,
hath twin’d my love and me.


My love is on the salt sea,
and I'm upon the side
’Nough to break a young thing’s heart,
who lately was a bride,
Who lately was a bonny bride,
most pleasant for to see,
But the lowlands of Holland,
hath twin’d my love and me.


There shall no shirt go on my back,
nor comb go in my hair,
Neither shall coal nor candle light
shine in my bower mair,
Nor shall I choose another love,
until the day I die:
Since the lowlands of Holland,
hath twin’d my love and me.


My love he built a bonny ship,
and set her on the sea,
With sevenscore brave mariners,
to bear her company:
There’s threescore of them were sunk,
and threescore di’d at sea,
And the lowlands of Holland
hath twin’d my love and me.


Their main-mast was hewn down,
their yards and rigging’s gone,
Their ropes and their anchors,
out o’er ship-board were thrown,
Out o’er the ship-board were blown,
by tempest in the sea,
And the lowlands of Holland,
hath twin’d my love and me.


My love hath built another ship,
and set it on the main,
let hath not twenty mariners,
now for to bring her hame;
The weary wind did rise again,
the seas began to rout,
My love then and his pretty ship,
turn’d widdershins about..


New Holland is a barren 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.


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,
for well they know the seas
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 my comely proper youth,
I lov’d him for my part,
But death has ta’en him from me,
which sore affects 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 heav’n 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.


This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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