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.



Child #56

From English Folk Songs in the Appalachian Mountains, Sharp

Collected from Mrs. Jane Gentry, Hot Springs NC 1916

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