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
