Robert Murray Stamp Shop, Edinburgh
Established 1977
Retail shop, auctioneers, mail order
www.stamp-shop.com
Bob Murray's "Song Book" index
Lowlands (Dead Woman Version)
1. I dreamed a dream the other night,
Ch. Lowlands, Lowlands, away, my John.
I dreamed a dream the other night,
Ch. Lowlands away.
2. I dreamt my love came in my sleep,
Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep.
3. She came to me at my bedside,
All dressed in white like some fair bride.
4. And bravely in her bosom fair,
A red, red rose did my love wear.
5. She made no sound-no word she said,
And then I knew my love was dead.
6. I bound the weeper round my head,
For now I knew my love was dead.
7. She waved her hand-she said goodbye,
I wiped the tear from out my eye.
8. And then awoke to hear the cry,
'Oh, watch on deck, oh, watch ahoy!'
Lowlands
(Dead sailor version)
intro. Lowlands, lowlands, away my John!
Lowlands away I heard them say
My Lowlands away!
1. I dreamt a dream the other night
Ch. Lowlands, lowlands, away my John
I dreamt a dream the other night
Ch. My lowlands, away.
2. I dreamt I saw my own true love,
He stood so still, he did not move,
[Alternative line: His hair was wet, his eyes above]
3. I knew my love was drowned and dead,
He stood so still, no word he said.
4. All dank his hair, all dim his eye,
I knew that he had said goodbye.
5. All green and wet with weeds so cold,
Around his form green weeds had hold.
6. 'I'm drowned in the Lowland Seas,' he said,
'Oh, you an' I will ne'er be wed.'
7. 'I shall never kiss you more,' he said,
'Never kiss you more --- for I am dead.'
8. 'I will cut my breasts until they bleed.'
His form had gone --- in the green weed.
9, 'I will cut away my bonnie hair,
No other man will think me fair.'
10. I bound the weeper round my head,
For now I knew my love was dead.
11. My love is drowned in the windy Lowlands,
My love is drowned in the windy Lowlands,
From Hugill, Shanties from the Seven Seas
Lowlands
I dreamed a dream the other night
Lowlands, lowlands, away my John
I saw my love dressed all in white
My lowlands, away.
She came to me at my bedside
Dressed all in white like some fair bride.
And nestled in her bosom there
A red, red rose my love did wear.
She made no sign, no word she said
And then I knew my love was dead.
She waved her hand, she said goodbye
I wiped the tear from out my eye.
And then awoke to hear the cry,
"Oh watch on deck! Oh watch ahoy"
Last updated Saturday 22 January 2005.
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