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EDWARD IN THE LOWLANDS Young Edward came to Emily His gold all for to show, That he has made all on the lands, All on the lowlands low My father keeps a boarding house All down by yonder sea; And you go there this night and until morning be. Young Emily in her chamber, She dreamed an awful dream; She dreamed she saw young Edward's blood Go flowing like the stream. She rose so early in the morning And dressed herself although To go and see young Edward, Who ploughed the lowlands low. O father, where's that stranger Came here last night to dwell ? His body's in the ocean And you no tales must tell; O father, O father, You'll die a public show For the murdering of young Edward Who ploughed the lowlands low. Away then to some councilor To let the deeds be known. The jury found him guilty His trial to come on. On trial they found him guilty And hanged was to be For the murdering of young Edward, Who ploughed the lowlands low. The fish that's in the ocean Swims over young Edward's breast While his body's in the ocean I hope his soul's at rest, His coaches are in the mountain, The rivers they overflow For his name it was young Edward Who ploughed the lowlands low. From English Folk Songs in the Appalachian Mountains, Sharp Collected from Mrs. Jane Gentry, Hot Springs NC 1916 DT #330 Laws M34 @murder filename[ EDWRDLOW TUNE FILE: EDWRDLOW CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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