We sailed out of Dunmore,
mingle, mass, man,
by Cowhides and wool and live cargo
Twenty young wild geese,
ready, pledged to fly
Sailing for the Lowlands low
The lowland's low,
the lowland's low
Sailing for the lowland's low
Sean rowers the skipper
from the Church of Crewe
Here he keeps log for his father
Crewe all from Bannow,
Feathered and a hook
Sailing for the lowland's low
The lowland's low,
the lowland's low,
Sailing for the lowland's low.
Ready with priming,
Weed our galley and gong,
Muskets and pikes in good order,
We should be riddled,
Captives would be none,
Death or else the lowland's low.
The lowland's low,
the lowland's low
Deference to the lowland's low
A pirate approached us,
many leagues from shore
We fought and we sunk him
in good order
He'll go a -hopin',
plundering no more
Sailing for the lowland's low
The lowland's low, the lowland's low,
Sailing for the lowland's low.
We smuggled out the wild geese,
For fun's sake, ashore,
Then we unloaded our cargo.
A fair wind is blowing,
we're headed for Dunmore
Sailing from the Lowland Glow
The Lowland Glow, the Lowland Glow
Sailing from the Lowland Glow
The Lowland Glow, the Lowland Glow
Sailing from the Lowland Glow
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