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