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