Young Edwin in the Lowlands

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Come all you wild young people and listen to my song
Concerning gold which I've been told does lead so many wrong
Young Emma was a servant girl, her love a sailor bold
Who ploughed the main much gold to gain for his love, so I've been told

Young Emma she did daily mourn when first Young Edwin roamed
But seven long years being passed and gone Young Edwin hailed his home
He went to Young Emma's house, his store of gold to show
That he had gained upon the main above the lowlands low

Her parents kept a public house that stood down by the sea
Said Emma, “You may enter in and there the night may be
I'll meet you in the morning, don't let my parents know
That your name is Edwin who ploughed the lowlands low”

As Emma lay a-sleeping, she dreamed a dreadful dream
She dreamed her love lay weeping, his blood flowed in a stream
She got up in the morning and to her home did go
Because she loved him dearly who ploughed the lowlands low

“Oh mother, where's the sailor boy who come the night to stay”
“He is dead, no tales to tell,” her father then did say
“Oh father, cruel father, you will die a public show
For murdering my Edwin who ploughed the lowlands low”

The fishes of the ocean swim o'er my lover's grave
His body rocks in motion, pray God his soul to save
How cruel were my parents for to murder Edwin so
To steal the gold from one so bold to plough the lowlands low