Collection of popular songs (1)/The drowned mariner

THE DROWNED MARINER.

The love that I have chosen,
⁠I’ll therewith be content,
The salt seas shall be frozen,
⁠before that I repent,
Repent it shall (illegible text) never;
⁠until the day I die,
But the lowlands of Holland,
⁠hath twin’d my love and me.

My love is on the salt sea,
⁠and I’m upon the side,
’Nough to breag a yonng thing’s heart,
⁠who lately was a bride,
Who lately was a bonny bride,
⁠most pleasant for to see
But the lowlands of Holland,
⁠hath twin’d my love and me.

There shall no shirt go on my back,
⁠nor comb go on my hair,
Neither shall coal nor candle light
⁠shine in my bower mair.
Nor shall I choose another love,
⁠untill the day I die;
Since the lowland of Holland
⁠hath twin’d my love and me.

My love he built a bonny ship,
⁠and set her on the sea,
With seven score brave mariners,
⁠to bear her company;
There’s threescore of them were sunk,
⁠and threescore died at sea,
And the lowlands of Holland,
⁠hath twin’d my love and me.

Their main-mast was hewn down,
⁠their yards and rigging’s gone,
Their ropes and their anchors
⁠out o’er ship-board were thrown,
Out o’er the ship-board they were blown,
⁠by tempest in the sea,
And the lowlands of Holland,
⁠hath twin’d my love and me.

My love hath built a bonny ship,
⁠and set it on the main,
Yet hath not twenty mariners,
⁠now for to bring her hame;
The weary wind did rise again,
⁠the seas began to rout,
My love then and his pretty ship,
⁠turn's widershins about:

New Holland is a bonny place,
⁠in it there grows no grain,
Nor yet no habitation
⁠within for to remain,
The sugar canes are plenty,
⁠the wine drops from the tree,
And the lowlands of Holland
⁠hath twin’d my love and me.

New Holland is a bonny place,
⁠but it is scant of men,
Yet to conquer New England,
⁠is what they do intend,
for there is none that can win them,
⁠so well they know the sea,
And the lowlands of Holland
⁠hath twin’d my love and me.

Be still, be still my daughter,
⁠be still and be content,
There are more lads in Galloway,
⁠thou needs not so lament.
O there are none in Galloway,
⁠not one that longs for me,
For I lov’d ne’er a love but one,
⁠who’s drown’d in the sea.

He was a comely proper youth,
⁠I lov’d him for my part;
But death has taken him from me,
⁠which sore afflicts my heart,
And since that he’s departed
⁠I’ll mourn and weep always,
That e’er he went to Holland,
⁠that was my earthly joys.

Unto the grave that he has gone,
⁠that was my comely dear.
May heaven receive my soul to rest,
⁠and guide me while I'm here.
I’ll still lament in brinish tears,
⁠until the day I die,
Since the lowlands of Holland
⁠hath twin’d my love and me.

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