The night that I was married and in my married bed
Up comes the bold sea captain and stands at my bed head
Saying 'arise, arise, young wedded man and come along
With me
To the Lowlands of Holland for to fight the enemy
Oh, Holland is a lovely land and in it grows fine grain
It is a place of residence for soldiers to remain
Where the sugar cane grows plentiful and the tea grows on
Each tree
I never had but the one sweetheart and she's far away
From me
Says the mother to the daughter 'leave off your sore
Lament
There's men enough in Galway to be your heart's content'There's men enough in Galway, but alas there's none for
Me
Since the high winds and the stormy seas have parted my
Love and me
'I'll wear no stays around my waist, no combs all in my
Hair
No handkerchief around my neck, to shade my beauty fair
And neither will I marry until the day I die
Since the high winds and the stormy seas have parted my
Love and I'