"I had a dream, the other night.
Lowlands, Lowlands, away my John."

The bosun sang with the capstan crew,
As the cliffs of Dover came in view.

"My love she came, all dressed in white.
My Lowlands, away."

A simple song, the work to ease,
It drifted sweetly on the breeze.

"She did not speak, no word she said.
Lowlands, Lowlands, away my John."

A listener stood beside the rail,
His visage had gone deathly pale.

"And then I knew, my love was dead.
My Lowlands, away."

Sherlock Holmes was caught unwary;
Now he knew why he'd dreamt of Mary.


*Author note:


This is for the "rhyme" prompt of the amnesty/extra credit prompts at Wwoes. Concerning the song, in the way of folksongs, I learned different words (and a slightly different tune) than I can find on the net, but there are some versions out there.