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.
The Lowlands Of Flanders
Katharine Tynan
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