| The love that I have chosen, I’ll therewith be content
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| The salt sea shall be frozen, before that I repent
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| Repent it shall I never, until the day I die
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| For the Lowlands of Holland have twined my love and I
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| My love lies in the salt sea, and I am on the side
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| Enough to break a young thing’s heart, what lately was a bride
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| What lately was a bonny bride, and pleasure in her eye
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| For the Lowlands of Holland have twined my love and I
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| My love he built a bonny ship and set her on the sea
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| With seven score good mariners for to bear her company
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| But the weary winds began to rise, the sea began to rout
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| And my love then and his bonny ship turned withershins about
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| There shall neither coif come on my head, nor comb come through my hair
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| There shall neither coal nor candle-light shine in my bower mair
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| Nor will I love another one, until the day I die
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| For the high winds and stormy seas have twined my love and I
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| Oh hauld your tongue my daughter dear, be still and be content
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| There are mair lads in Galloway, ye need na sair lament
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| Oh there is nane in Galloway, there’s nane at a' for me
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| For I never loved a love but one, and he’s drowned in the sea |