Lowlands Lyrics - Gourds

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