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Come all ye wild young people and listen to my song |
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I will unfold concerning gold that guides so many wrong |
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Young Emma was a servant maid who loved a sailor bold |
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Who ploughed the main much gold to gain for his love so we've been told |
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He ploughed the main for seven years and then returned home |
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As soon as he set foot on shore unto his love did go |
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He went unto young Emma's house his gold all for the show |
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That he has gained upon the main all in the lowlands low |
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Young Edwin he sat drinking till time to go to bed |
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He little thought a sword that night would part his body and head |
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And Edwin he got into bed and scarcely was asleep |
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When Emily's cruel parents soft into his room did creep |
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They stabbed him, dragged him out of bed and to the sea did go |
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They sent his body floating down to the lowlands low |
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"Oh father, where's the stranger came here last night to lay?" |
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"Oh he is dead no tales can tell" the father he did say |
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The fishes of the ocean swim o'er my lover's breast |
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His body rolls in motion I hope his soul's at rest |
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The shells upon the sea shore, rolling to and fro |
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Remind me of young Edwin that ploughed the lowlands low |
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So many a day she passed away and tried to ease her mind |
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Crying "Oh my friends, my love is gone and I am left behind" |
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And Emma broken hearted was to Bedlam forced to go |
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Her shrieks were for young Edwin that ploughed the lowlands low |
