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 The old man he's 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 a bailer's arse Low lands lowlands lowlands low
The monkey's raised 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, for your shore-going clothes Low lands lowlands lowlands low Low lands lowlands lowlands low Low lands lowlands lowlands low Low lands lowlands lowlands low Low lands lowlands lowlands low