On the night that I was married and on my marriage bed There came a bold sea-captain, and he stood at my bedhead Saying, "Oh rise, oh rise, young married a man this night and go with me To the low-lowlands of Holland to face the enemy" Oh, I held me love all in my arms, still thinking I might stay When the captain he gave another order, and we forced to march away Saying, "There's many in the blithe, young married man, this night must go with me To the low-lowlands of Holland to face the enemy" Now Holland is a wondrous place and in it grows much green It is a wild in habitation for me true love to be in Where the grass do grow and the warm winds blow And there's fruit on every tree And below lowlands of Holland parted me love and me ♪ There shall no hat go on my head, no comb go through my hair There shall no coal nor candlelight shine in my bower fair Nor will I lie with any young man until the day I die Since the low lowlands of Holland parted me love and I