Found our copy of Fowke/Kane
A very irritating fragment
Also found a nice version of Sweet Trinity (sort of) in Joyce with a tune
For anybody's interest
Jim Carroll

Dunmore we quitted, Michelmas gone by
Cowhides and wool and live cargo
Twenty young wild geese ready fledged to fly
Sailing for the Lowlands Low.

CHORUS: The lowlands low, the lowlands low,
Sailing for the lowlands low.

Shaun Paor's the skipper from the church of Crook.
Peary keeps log for his father.
Crew all from Bannow, Fethard and the Hook,
Sailing for the Lowlands low.

These twenty wild geese gave Queen Anne the slip,
Crossing to Louis in French Flanders.
He and Jack Mulbrook both are in a grip,
Fighting in the lowlands low.

Close lay a rover off the Isle of Wight,
Either a Salee or Saxon.
Out through the sea mist, we bade them goodnight,
Sailing for the lowlands low.

Ready with priming, we'd our galliot gun,
Muskets and pikes in good order.
We should be riddled, captives would be none,
Death or else the Lowlands low.

Pray Holy Brendan, Turk nor Algerine,
Dutchman nor Saxon may sink us.
We'll bring Geneva, Sack and Rhenish wines
Safely from the lowlands low.

We sailed out of Dunmore Michelmas gone by
Cowhides and wool and live cargo
Twenty young Wild Geese ready fledged to fly
Sailing for the lowlands low

The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the lowlands low

Sean Rouse the skipper from the church of Crook
Piery keeps log for his father
Crew all from Bannow, Fethard and the Hook
Sailing for the lowlands low

The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the lowlands low

Ready with priming we'd our galliot gun
Muskets and pikes in good order
We should be riddled captives would be none
Death or else the lowlands low
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Death or else the lowlands low

A pirate approached us many leagues from shore
We fought and we sunk him in good order
He'll go a-roving plundering no more
Sailing for the lowlands low

The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the lowlands low

We smuggled out the Wild Geese weapons safe ashore
Then we unloaded our cargo
A fair wind is blowing we're headed for Dunmore
Sailing from the lowlands low

The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing from the lowlands low
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing from the lowlands low