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 (5) But the lowlands of Holland, hath twin’d my love and me.

There shall no shirt go on my back, nor comb go on my hair, Neither shall coal nor candle light shine in my bower mair. Nor shall I choose another love, untill the day I die; Since the lowland of Holland hath twin’d my love and me.

My love he built a bonny ship, and set her on the sea, With seven score brave mariners, to bear her company; There’s threescore of them were sunk, and threescore died at sea, And the lowlands of Holland, hath twin’d my love and me.

Their main-mast was hewn down, their yards and rigging’s gone, Their ropes and their anchors out o’er ship-board were thrown, Out o’er the ship-board they were blown, by tempest in the sea,