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The Lowlands of HollandThe love that I have chosen was to my heart's content.The salt sea shall be frozen before that I repent.Repent it I shall never until the day I dieBut the lowlands of Holland have parted my love and I.The very night we got married and lay upon our bedA pressgang came to my bedside and stood at my bedheadSaying, Arise arise you new married man and come along with me,To the lowlands of Holland to face your (fight the) enemy.But Holland is a cold place, a place where grows no greenBut Holland is a cold place for my love to wander in *Though money had been so plentiful as leaves grow on the treeYet before I'd time to turn myself my love was stolen from meBe still, be still, my daughter what makes you to lamentIs there ne'er a lad in our town can give your heart content?There's lads enough in our town but ne'er a one for meFor I never had but one true love and he was pressed from me*or (It's a wild inhabitation for my true love to be in)There shall no mantle cross my back, no comb go through my hairNo firelight nor candlelight shall ease my heart's despairAnd I will never married be until the day I dieFor the lowlands of Holland have parted my love and meRecorded by Patrick Galvin and (I think) ClancysFilename[ LOWHOLLDRG===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== From Letras Mania