The night that I was married and lay in marriage bed
Up came a bold sea captain and he stood at my bedhead
And he says, «Arise, arise, you new wedded man and come along with me
To the lowlands of Holland For to fight the enemy»
Now 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 he’s far away from me
Says the mother to the daughter «Leave off your sore lament
There’s men enough in Galway for to be your heart’s content»
There’s men enough in Ireland alas, there’s no one for me
Since the high winds and rolling seas a-parting my love and me
For the stormy winds began to blow a-coming on the shore
And the captain or his gallant ship Was never seen no more
And never will I marry Not until the day that I die
Since these four winds and these stormy seas
Are parting my love and I