The Lowlands Of Flanders
HE night that I was married Our Captain came to me:
Rise up, rise up, new-married man And come at once with me.
For the Lowlands of Flanders,
It's there that we must fight;
So look your last and buss your last,
For we shall sail to-night.'Tis all for our Counterie And for our King we
To the Lowlands of Flanders Against the German foe.
The girl that weds a soldier Must never blench for fear;
I kissed my last and looked my last Upon my lovely dear.
The Lowlands of Flanders,
Their rivers run so red.
But I must say Good-bye, my dear,
My only dear,
I said.
For now I must go sailing Upon the stormy main;
Good-bye, good-bye, my only Love,
Till I shall come again.
I put her white arms from me,
Her cheek was cold as clay.
The night that I was married No longer I might stay.
Our bugles they are blowing,
And I must sail the sea,
For the Lowlands of Flanders Betwixt my love and me.
This poem would appear to be modeled after the traditional folk song "Lowlands of Holland."CN
Katharine Tynan
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