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Poem by Katharine Tynan
The Lowlands of Flanders
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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