Lowlands

I saddled me a wounded priest

Rode him wet through this August heat

I took me a German bride

All empty and bloody inside

In the dark I heard a thief

He stole my money and my grief

In the morning I wanted to die

The doctor cut me the lawyer lied

Stop yer waiting and just go

Don't be saying what you don't know

For the lowlands I am bound

Where my pale bride will be found