The Lowlands Of Holland
My love has built a bonny ship
And set her on the sea
With seven score good mariners
To bear her company
There's three score gone to the bottom
And three score dead at sea
And the Lowlands of Holland
Have parted my love and me
My love has built another ship
And set her on the main
With none but twenty mariners
For to bring her home again
But the weary wind began to rise
And the sea began to rout
My love then and his bonny ship
Turned widdershins about
There shall neither coif come on my head
Nor comb come in my hair
There shall neither coal nor candelight
Shine in my bower mair
Nor shall I love another one
Until the day I die
For I never loved a love but one
And he's drowned in the sea
Oh haud yer tongue, my daughter dear
Be still and be content
There are mair lads in Galloway
Ye need nae sair lament
Oh there is none in Galloway
There's none for me at all
For I never loved a love but one
And he's drowned in the sea
