| lyric | Dunmore we quitted,
Michaelmas gone by,
Cowhides and wool, and live cargo!
Twenty young Wild Geese
Ready fledged to fly!
Sailing for the Lowland Low.
Chorus:
The Lowlands Low, The Lowlands Low,
Sailing for the Lowlands Low.
Shaun Paor’s the skipper,
From the church of Crook -
Piery keeps log for his father!
Crew all from Bannow,
Fethard and the Hook -
Sailing in the Lowlands Low!
These twenty Wild Geese
Gave Queen Anne the slip,
Crossing to Lewey in Flanders:
He and Jack Malbrook
Both are in a grip,
Fighting in the Lowlands Low!
Close lay a rover
Off the Isle of Wight,
Either a Salee or Saxon!
Out through a sea mist
We bade them good night,
Sailing for the Lowlands Low!
Ready with priming
We’d our galliot gun:
Muskets and pikes in good order!
We should be riddled -
Captives would be none!
Death! or else the Lowlands Low!
Pray, holy Brendan,
Turk or Algerine,
Dutchman nor Saxon may sink us!
We’ll bring Geneva
Rack and Renish wine
Safely from the Lowlands Low! |