Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
We sailed out of Dunmore, Michelmas gone by
Cowhides and wool and live cargo Twenty young wild geese
Ready fledged to fly Sailing for the Lowlands Low
Chorus:
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the lowlands low
Shaun Paor’s the skipper From the church of Crook
Peary keeps log for his father Crew all from Bannow
Fethard and the Hook Sailing for the Lowlands low
These twenty wild geese Gave Queen Anne the slip
Crossing to Louis 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 the sea mist
We bade them goodnight 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 nor Algerine
Dutchman nor Saxon may sink us! We’ll bring Geneva,
Sack and Rhenish wines Safely from the lowlands low