[ Traditional ]. On the night that I was married. And upon my marriage bed. There came a bold sea captain. And stood at my bedhead. Saying "arise arise young wedded man. And come along with me. To the lowlands of Holland. To fight the enemy". Now then Holland is a lovely land. And upon it grows fine grain. Surely 'tis a place of residence. For a soldier to remain. Where the sugar cane is plentiful. And the tea grows on the tree. Well I never had but the one sweetheart. And now he's gone far away from me. I will wear no staysail around my waist. Nor combs are in my hair. I will wear no scarf around my neck. for to save my beauty there. And never will I marry. Not until the day I die. Since these four winds and these stormy seas.