On the night that I was married and upon my marriage bed There came a bowsie captain there stood at my bedhead Crying, "Up rise up, young wedded man, and come along with me To the lowlands of Holland, to fight your enemy." Oh I held my love all in my arms, thinking he might stay But the captain gave out the order, & he was marched away. Crying, "Many a blithe young married man this night must go with me To the lowlands of Holland, to fight the enemy." New Holland is a wondrous place and in it grows much green It's a wild inhabitation for my love to be in Where the grasses grow and the warm winds blow And there's fruit on every tree But the lowlands of Holland parted me love and me No shoe no stocking I'll put on no comb go through my hair Nor shall no coal nor candlelight shine in my bower fair Nor will I lie with another man until the day I die For the lowlands of Holland The lowlands of Holland The lowlands of Holland have parted my love and I