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THE LOWLANDS OF HOLLAND


It was on this hot day in August,
that I turned and marched away.
Away from my dear sweetheart
for no longer could I stay.
For the cold cold days of autumn
were coming one by one.
And the low lowlands of Holland
is where my grief began.

And the sadness there that followed,
could no greater loss I see.
And in the noise of battle
I touched the enemy.
And such was my velvet hand,
that many a man was spared.
And the low lowlands of Holland
led me unprepared.

To kill a man was never
my intention or my style.
So in the height of battle
I tarried for awhile.
And in doing this I dreamt of
peace and love abound.
But in the low lowlands of Holland,
only grief and death I found.

And in parting I must say this
that I prayed that I was true.
To a cause that I was forced to follow
until I discovered you.
So keep your love for me sweetheart,
until the day you die.
For the low lowlands of Holland
brought us this last goodbye.


Trad/Carthy/Jarvo 2021