On the night that i was married and in my marriage bed There came a bold sea captain and he stood at my bed head Saying ``arise, arise young wedded man this night for to go with me To the low lowlands of holland to fight the enemy.'' Oh, i held my love all in my arms, still hoping he might stay, When the captain he gave another order and we had to march away, Saying ``there's many a blithe young married man this night must go with me To the low lowlands of holland to fight the enemy.'' But holland it is a wondrous place and in it grows much green 'tis a wild inhabitation for my [bad word] love to be in. Where the leaves they grow and the winds they do blow and strange [bad word] grows on every tree 'tis the wild wild lands of holland where twined my love and me. No shoes nor stocking i'll put on [bad word] to go through my hair And nor shall day or candlelight shine on my bower fair Nor shall i sleep with any young man until the day i die For the lowlands of holland they parted my love and i.