Norma Waterson - Lowlands Of Holland lyrics

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