Lowlands, Lowlands, away, my John, Lowlands away I heard them say, My Lowlands away. I dreamed a dream the other night, Ch. Lowlands, Lowlands, away, my John. My love she came dressed all in white, Ch. My Lowlands away. I dreamed my love came in my sleep, Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep. She came to me as my best bride (at mt bed-side), All dressed in white like some fair bride. And bravely in her bosom fair, A red, red rose did my love wear. She made no sound-no word she said, And then I knew my love was dead. I bound the weeper round my head, For now 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!'