And she ploughed in the Low Lands, Low!

"Now, all together!

The Low Lands! The Low Lands!
And she ploughed in the Low Lands, Low!"

Toe and heel and flat of foot begin to stamp the clay floor,
and horny hands to slap patched knees in accompaniment.

"Oh! save me, lads!" he cried,
"I'm drifting with the current,
And I'm drifting with the tide!
And I'm sinking in the Low Lands, Low!

The Low Lands! The Low Lands!" --

The old bark kitchen is a-going now. Heels drumming on gin-cases
under stools; hands, knuckles, pipe-bowls, and pannikins
keeping time on the table.

And we sewed him in his hammock,
And we slipped him o'er the side,
And we sunk him in the Low Lands, Low!
The Low Lands! The Low Lands!
And we sunk him in the Low Lands, Low!

Old Boozer Smith -- a dirty gin-sodden bundle of rags on the floor
in the corner with its head on a candle box, and covered by a horse rug --