| 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 |