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Young Emily was a fair young maidShe loved her driver boyWho sailed the main much gold to gainDown in the lowlands lowHer father kept a public houseDown on yonder shore'Go ye, go ye and enter inAnd there abide the night'And don't you tell them nothingNor let them know your nameThat your name it is young EdmundWho rode in the lowlands lowYoung Edmund fell to drinkingA-drinking to sleepIt's little did he think that nightThey would cut off is headYoung Emily rose in the morningShe's pulling on her clothesSays 'I'm gonna hunt for my driver boyWho rode in the lowlands low'Oh father, cruel fatherYou will die a public showFor the murdering of my driver boyWho rode in the lowlands low' From Letras Mania