Joan Baez - Lowlands Lyrics
We sailed out of Dunmore Michelmas gone byCowhides and wool and live cargoTwenty young Wild Geese ready fledged to flySailing for the lowlands lowThe lowlands low, the lowlands lowSailing for the lowlands lowSean Rouse the skipper from the church of CrookPiery keeps log for his fatherCrew all from Bannow, Fethard and the HookSailing for the lowlands lowThe lowlands low, the lowlands lowSailing for the lowlands lowReady with priming we'd our galliot gunMuskets and pikes in good orderWe should be riddled captives would be noneDeath or else the lowlands lowThe lowlands low, the lowlands lowDeath or else the lowlands lowA pirate approached us many leagues from shoreWe fought and we sunk him in good orderHe'll go a-roving plundering no moreSailing for the lowlands lowThe lowlands low, the lowlands lowSailing for the lowlands lowWe smuggled out the Wild Geese weapons safe ashoreThen we unloaded our cargoA fair wind is blowing we're headed for DunmoreSailing from the lowlands lowThe lowlands low, the lowlands lowSailing from the lowlands lowThe lowlands low, the lowlands lowSailing from the lowlands low