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16o. The Lowlands O' Holland
MY love has built a bonny ship, and set her on the sea, With seven score good mariners to bear her company; There's three score is sunk, and three score dead at sea, And the Lowlands o' Holland has twin'd my love and me.
' My love he built another ship, and set her on the main, And nane but twenty mariners for to bring her hame; But the weary wind began to rise, and the sea began to rout, My love then and his bonny ship turn'd withershins about.
' Then shall neither coif come on my head nor comb come
in my hair ; Then shall neither coal nor candle-light shine in my bower
mair; Nor will I love another one until the day I die, Sin' the Lowlands o' Holland has twin'd my love and me.'—
' O haud your tongue, my daughter dear, be still and be
content; There are mair lads in Galloway, ye need nae sair lament.'— ' O there is none in Galloway, there's none at a' for me, For I never loved a love but one, and he's drown'd in the
twin'd] parted. withershins] around against the sun.