Tijn is a fantastic bouzouki player from the Netherlands. Here's a concert filmed in 2015.
Tuesday, 26 October 2021
Sunday, 3 October 2021
Ye Vagabonds - Lowlands of Holland
Ye Vagabonds and their lovely version of the classic Song "Lowlands of Holland". I tried to tab the intro because it is so beautiful. Capo 2nd fret. The bouzouki is stringed in octaves, so it sounds different if your bouzouki is stringed in unisons.
If you find any mistakes please let me know.
If you want the whole tab in pdf form just write an email and comment.
{t:Lowlands of Holland}
{st:Ye Vagabonds}
{c:a comment}
{st:Ye Vagabonds}
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The [D]love that I have cho[G]sen I there[D]with be con[Bm]tent
The [D]salt sea shall be fro[G]zen be[D]fore that [A] re[D]pent
My love lies in the salt sea, and I am on the side
Enough to break a young thing’s heart, what lately was a bride
What lately was a bonny bride, and pleasure in her eye
For the Lowlands of Holland have twined my love and I
My love he built a bonny ship and set her on the sea
With seven score good mariners for to bear her company
But the weary winds began to rise, the sea began to rout
And my love then and his bonny ship turned withershins about
Re[D]pent it shall I [G]ne[D]ver un[G]til the [D]day I [Bm]die
But the [G]lowlands of [D]Holl[G]and has [D]twined my [A]love and I[D].
But the [G]lowlands of [D]Holl[G]and has [D]twined my [A]love and I[D].
My love lies in the salt sea, and I am on the side
Enough to break a young thing’s heart, what lately was a bride
What lately was a bonny bride, and pleasure in her eye
For the Lowlands of Holland have twined my love and I
My love he built a bonny ship and set her on the sea
With seven score good mariners for to bear her company
But the weary winds began to rise, the sea began to rout
And my love then and his bonny ship turned withershins about
There shall neither coif come on my head, nor comb come through my hair
There shall neither coal nor candle-light shine in my bower mair
Nor will I love another one, until the day I die
For the high winds and stormy seas have twined my love and I
Oh hold your tongue my daughter dear, be still and be content.
There's men enough in Galloway, you need not sore lament.
Oh there's men enough in Galloway, alas there's none for me
For I never had a love but one and he's drownded in the sea.
Lyrics of Dubliner's version:
The night that I was married and in my married bed
Up comes the bold sea captain and stands at my bed head
Saying 'arise, arise, young wedded man and come along with me
To the Lowlands of Holland for to fight the enemy'
Oh, Holland is a lovely land and in it grows fine grain
It is a place of residence for soldiers to remain
Where the sugar cane grows plentiful and the tea grows on each tree
I never had but the one sweetheart and she's far away from me
Says the mother to the daughter 'leave off your sore lament
There's men enough in Galway to be your heart's content'
'There's men enough in Galway, but alas there's none for me
Since the high winds and the stormy seas have parted my love and me'
'i'll wear no stays around my waist, no combs all in my hair
No handkerchief around my neck, to shade my beauty fair
And neither will I marry until the day I die
Since the high winds and the stormy seas have parted my love and I'.
This song is not about Holland, but about Dutch Guyana (Surinam)
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