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10 THE LOWLANDS OF FLANDERS

(An Old Song Resung)

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 go

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.