Lowlands Of Holland Lyrics - Eliza Carthy

On the night that I was married and laid in my marriage bed 

Up stepped a bold sea-captain and he stood at my bedhead 

Saying "Rise up, rise up, Riley, and come along with me 

To the lowlands of Holland, to fight and never flee." 

Ar the ship she lies in harbour with her anchor at her prow 

There's a gale blows down the Humber, I can hear it roaring now 

And I cannot wait for other men to come along with me 

To the lowlands of Holland, for to fight and never flee. 

Now Holland is a pretty place for my love to live in 

But there's no deep sea harbour where a sailor can remain 

But the sugarcane was plentiful and tea grows on every tree 

And the lowlands of Holland parted my love and me. 

I will build my lover a bonny boat, a boat with silver sails 

With four and twenty young mariners for to rock her through the gales 

Come all you ranting roaring lads come on boys pull away 

For I never had but one true love and he is far away