On the night that I was married, and upon my marriage bed,
There 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 lowlands of Holland for to fight the enemy."

Now Holland is a lovely land and upon it grows fine grain.
It is a place of residence for a soldier to remain,
Where the sugar cane is plentiful and the tea grows on each tree,
Since these four winds and the stormy sea took my true love from me.

Says the mother to her daughter, "Now stop your sad lament,
For there's men enough in Galway for to make your heart content."
If there's men enough in Galway, there's not one there for me,
Since these four winds and the stormy seas stole my true love from me.

I will wear no chains around my neck, no combs all in my hair.
I will wear no stays around my waist to enhance my beauty fair.
And never will I marry, not until the day I die,
Since these four winds and the stormy seas part my true love and I.

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