Music Across the Water - Low Low Lands of Holland

The very day I was married
That night I lay on my bed
A press-gang came to my bedside
These words to me they said:
Arise, arise, arise, young man
And come along with me, with me
To the low, low lands of Holland
To face your enemy

Oh, Holland is a cold, cold place
A place where grows no green
And Holland is a cold, cold place
For my love to wander in
Though money was as plentiful
As leaves upon the tree, the tree
Yet before I'd time to turn myself
My love was stolen from me

I'll build my love a gallant ship
A ship of noted fame
With four and twenty sea-men
To box her on the main
They'll rant and roar in sparkling glee
Wherever they may go, may go
To the low, low lands of Holland
To face the daring foe

Says mother to her daughter
What makes you to lament
O, there are lords and dukes and squires
Can ease your heart's content
But never will I married be until the day I die, I die
Since the low, low lands of Holland
Have parted love and me

Written by:
Dan Smith, Samantha Smith

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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