On the night that I was married
And on my marriage bed
Up came a bold sea captain
And he stood at my bed head
Saying, "Arise, arise, young wedded man
And come along with me
To the low, low lands of Holland
To fight the enemy.
Now Holland is a lovely land
And on it grows fine grain
Sure it is a place of residence
For a soldier to remain
Where the sugar cane is plentiful
And the tea grows on the tree
I never had but the one __
Now he's far away from me.
Said the mother to the daughter
Give off your sore lament
Oh there's men enough in Galway
For to be your heart's content"
"If there's men enough in Galway
Alas there are none for me
Since these high winds and stormy seas
Have come between my love and me."
I will wear no shoes around my feetIt's easier to understand if you remember that William of Orange came from the lowlands of Holland. The Clancy Brothers also sang a little bit 'particular to Armagh, in the Christmastime,' which held: "Up the long ladder and down the short rope, to hell with King Billy and God bless the Pope!" And now you know enough, as Tolkien might have said, to go along with.
Nor combs pull in my hair
No handkerchief around my neck
For to save my beauty fair
And never will I marry
Until the day I die
Since the low, low lands of Holland
Have come between my love and I.
Ah, we're near the end of fine October. The best month of the year, unless it be May; and almost gone to winter. How many more will I see? Or you either, friend.