Our packet is the Island lass, Low lands lowlands lowlands low
There’s a laddie howlin’ at the main topmast, Low lands lowlands lowlands low
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The old man hails from Barbados, Low lands lowlands lowlands low
He’s got the name of Hammer Toes, Low lands lowlands lowlands low
He gives is us bread as hard as brass. Low lands lowlands lowlands low
Our junk’s as salt as Balaam’s ass Low lands lowlands lowlands low
The monkey’s rigged in a soldier’s clothes. Low lands lowlands lowlands low
Now, where he got ’em from, no one knows. Low lands lowlands lowlands low
We’ll haul ’em high and let ’em dry. Low lands lowlands lowlands low
We’ll trice ’em up into the sky. Low lands lowlands lowlands low
It’s up aloft that yard must go. Low lands lowlands lowlands low
Up aloft from down below. Low lands lowlands lowlands low
Lowlands, me boys, and up she goes. Low lands lowlands lowlands low
Get changed, me boys, to your shore-going clothes. Low lands lowlands lowlands low
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