THE night that I was married <br />Our Captain came to me: <br />Rise up, rise up, new-married man <br />And come at once with me. <br /> <br />For the Lowlands of Flanders, <br />It's there that we must fight; <br />So look your last and buss your last, <br />For we shall sail to-night. <br /> <br />'Tis all for our Counterie <br />And for our King we go <br />To the Lowlands of Flanders <br />Against the German foe. <br /> <br />The girl that weds a soldier <br />Must never blench for fear; <br />I kissed my last and looked my last <br />Upon my lovely dear. <br /> <br />The Lowlands of Flanders, <br />Their rivers run so red. <br />But I must say Good-bye, my dear, <br />My only dear, I said. <br /> <br />For now I must go sailing <br />Upon the stormy main; <br />Good-bye, good-bye, my only Love, <br />Till I shall come again. <br /> <br />I put her white arms from me, <br />Her cheek was cold as clay. <br />The night that I was married <br />No longer I might stay. <br /> <br />Our bugles they are blowing, <br />And I must sail the sea, <br />For the Lowlands of Flanders <br />Betwixt my love and me.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lowlands-of-flanders/
