The Lowlands of Holland

My love has built a bonny ship and set her on the sea
With seven score good mariners to bear her company
But there's three score is sunken and three score dead at sea
And the lowlands of Holland has twined my love and me

My love he built another ship and set her on the wave
And nane but twenty mariners all for to bring her hame
But the weary wind began to rise, and the sea began to roll
My love and his bonny ship turnеd with the shins about

Oh hold your tongue my daughter dеar, be still and be content
There's men enough in Galloway, you need not sore lament
Oh there's men enough in Galloway, alas there's none for me
For I never had a love but one and he's drowned in the sea