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Katharine Tynan - The Lowlands Of Flanders
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THE 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.

The Lowlands of Flanders,
 Their rivers run so red.
But I must say Good-bye, my dear,
 My only dear, I said.

For now I must go sailing
 Upon the stormy main;
Good-bye, good-bye, my only Love,
 Till I shall come again.

I put her white arms from me,
 Her cheek was cold as clay.
The night that I was married
 No longer I might stay.

Our bugles they are blowing,
 And I must sail the sea,
For the Lowlands of Flanders
 Betwixt my love and me.
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