My love has built up a bonny ship, and he set her on the sea With seven score good mariners, for to bear her company There is three score is sunk m' lads and three score dead at sea And the lowlands of Holland hae twined my love and me My love, he built up another ship, and he set her on the main With none but twenty mariners for to bring her safely hame But the weary wind began tae rise, the sea began to roll My love then and his bonny ship turned withershins about There'll neither quiff come on my head nor comb come tae my hair There shall neither coal nor candlelight shine in my bower nae mair Nor will I love another one, until the day I dee For I never loved a love but ane, and he's drowned in the sea "Oh hold your tongue, my daughter dear, be still, and be content- There are mair lads in Gallowa', ye need not sair lament" Oh there is nane in Gallowa', there's nane at all for me For I never loved a love but ane, and he is drowned in the sea