Classic Poem

Sir Walter Raleigh has built a Ship
in the Neatherlands,
Sir Walter Raleigh has built a Ship
in the Neatherlands,
And it is called the sweet Trinity,
And was taken by the false Gallaly,
sailing in the Low-lands.

Is there never a seaman bold
in the Neatherlands?
Is there never a seaman bold
in the Neatherlands?
That will go take this false Gallaly,
And to redeem the sweet Trinity,
sailing in the Low-lands.

Then spoke the little Ship boy
in the Neatherlands,
Then spoke the little Ship boy
in the Neatherlands,
Master, Master, what will you give me?
And I will take this false Gallaly,
And release the sweet Trinity,
sailing in the Low-lands.

I'll give thee gold, and I'll give thee fee,
in the Neatherlands,
I'll give thee gold and I'll give thee fee,
in the Neatherlands,
And my eldest daughter thy wife shall be,
sailing in the Low-lands.

He set his breast, and away he did swim,
in the Neatherlands,
He set his breast, and away he did swim,
in the Neatherlands,
Until he came to the false Gallaly
sailing in the Low-lands.

He had an augur fit for the nonce,
in the Neatherlands,
He had an augur fit for the nonce,
in the Neatherlands,
The which will bore fifteen good holes at once,
sailing in the Low-lands.

Some were at cards, and some at dice,
in the Neatherlands,
Some were at cards, and some at dice,
in the Neatherlands,
Until the salt water flashed in their eyes,
sailing in the Low-lands.

Some cut their hats and some their caps,
in the Neatherlands,
Some cut their hats and some their caps,
in the Neatherlands,
For to stop the salt-water gaps,
sailing in the Low-lands.

He set his breast and away did swim,
in the Neatherlands,
He set his breast and away did swim,
in the Neatherlands,
Until he came to his own Ship again,
sailing in the Low-lands.

I have done the work I have promised to do,
in the Neatherlands,
I have done the work I have promised to do,
in the Neatherlands,
For I have sunk the false Gallaly,
And released the sweet Trinity,
sailing in the Low-lands.

You promised me gold, and you promised me fee,
in the Neatherlands:
You promised me gold and you promised me fee,
in the Neatherlands.
Your eldest daughter my Wife she must be,
sailing in the Low-lands.

You shall have gold, and you shall have fee,
in the Neatherlands,
You shall have gold, and you shall have fee,
in the Neatherlands,
But my eldest daughter your Wife shall never be,
sailing in the Low-lands.

Then fare you well, you cozening Lord,
in the Neatherlands.
Then fare you well, you cozening Lord,
in the Neatherlands.
Seeing you are not as good as your word,
for sailing in the Low-lands.

And thus I shall conclude my Song,
of the sailing in the Low-lands,
And thus I shall conclude my Song,
of the sailing in the Low-lands.
Wishing happiness to all Seamen, old or young,
in their sailing in the Low-lands.