Dunmore we quitted Michaelmas gone by
Cow-hides and wool and live cargo;
Twenty young Wild Geese ready fledged to fly.
Sailing for the Lowlands Low.

Chorus
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the Lowlands Low.

Shaun Paor’s the skipper from the Church of Crook;
Piery keeps log for his father;
Crew all from Bannow, Fethard and the Hook,
Sailing for the Lowlands Low.

Chorus
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the Lowlands Low.

Close lay a rover off the Isle of Wight,
Either a Salee or Saxon;
Out through a sea mist we bade them good night.
Sailing for the Lowlands Low.

Chorus
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.

Chorus
The lowlands low, the lowlands low,
Sailing for the Lowlands Low.

Pray holy Brendan, Turk nor Algerine,
Dutchman nor Saxon may sink us;
We’ll bring Geneva, Rack and Rhenish Wine,
Safely from the Lowlands Low.

Chorus
The lowlands low, the lowlands low,
Sailing for the Lowlands Low.