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 (7) Be still, be still my daughter, be still and be content, There are more lads in Galloway, thou needs not so lament. O there are none in Galloway, not one that longs for me, For I lov’d ne’er a love but one, who’s drown’d in the sea.

He was a comely proper youth, I lov’d him for my part; But death has taken him from me, which sore afflicts my heart, And since that he’s departed I’ll mourn and weep always, That e’er he went to Holland, that was my earthly joys.

Unto the grave that he has gone, that was my comely dear. May heaven receive my soul to rest, and guide me while I'm here. I’ll still lament in brinish tears, until the day I die, Since the lowlands of Holland hath twin’d my love and me.