III
‘Then shall neither coif come on my head nor comb come in my hair;
Then shall neither coal nor candle-light shine in my bower mair;
Nor will I love another one until the day I die,
Sin’ the Lowlands o’ Holland has twin’d my love and me.’—
‘Then shall neither coif come on my head nor comb come in my hair;
Then shall neither coal nor candle-light shine in my bower mair;
Nor will I love another one until the day I die,
Sin’ the Lowlands o’ Holland has twin’d my love and me.’—