Three Excellent Popular New Songs/The Lowlands of Holland
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THE
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, until the day I die,Since the Lowlands of Holland,hath twin'd my Jove and me.
My love he built a bonny ship,and sent her to the sea,With seven score brave mariners,to bear her company.Three score were in a storm sunk,and three score died at sea;And the Lowlands of Holland,hath twin'd my love and me.
Their main-mast was hewn down,their yards and riggings gone,Their ropes and their anchors,were over shipboard blown.Out over shipboard they were blownby a tempest in the sea;And the Lowlands of Holland,hath twin'd my love and me.
My lovo he built another ship,and sent her to the main,Now hath not twenty mariners,to bring her safely hame,The weary winds did roar again,which rais'd the raging sea. And the Lowlands of Hollandhath twin'd my love and me.
New Holland is a bonoy place,but in it grows no grain,Nor yet no habitation,within for to remain.The sugar canes are plenty,the wine drops from the tree,But the Lowlands of Holland,hath twin'd d my love and me.
New Holland it is very large,but it is scant of men,Yet to conquer New England,is what they do intend.And there is none can win them,so well they know the sea,O the Lowlands of Holland,hath twin'd my love and me.
O hold your tounge my daughter,be still and rest content,There are more lads in Galloway,thou needs not so lamemt.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 comaly 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 heav'n receive my soul to vest,I'll still lament in brinish tears,until the day I die,Since the Lowlands of Hollandbath twin'd my love and me.
