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LOWLANDS OF HOLLAND
The love that I have chosen,I'll there with be content,The salt sea shall be frozen,Before that I repent:Repent it I shall never,until the day I die,But the Lowlands of Holland,hath twin’d my love and me.
My lore is on the salt sea,and I am on the side,Enough to break a young thing’s heartwho 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⟩ chuse another love,
