Sailing for the Lowlands Low

Dunmore we quitted
Michelmas gone by
Cowhides and wool and live cargo
Twenty young Wild Geese
Ready fledged to fly
Sailing for the Lowlands Low
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
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the lowlands low
These twenty wild geese
Gave Queen Anne the slip
Crossing to Louis in Flanders
We and Jack Malbrook
Both are in a grip
Fighting in the Lowlands Low
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Fighting in the Lowlands Low
Close lay a rover
Off the Isle of Wright
Either a Salee or Saxon!
Out through the sea mist
We bade them goodnight
Sailing for the Lowlands Low
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
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
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
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
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Safely from the Lowlands Low
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Safely from the Lowlands Low