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Young Edmund In The Lowlands Low (Leach)
See also: Young Edmond Of The Lowlands Low (Peacock)

Come all young men and maidens,
attend unto my song,
While I relate concerning golds
that lead so many wrong;
Young Emberly was a servant girl,
she loved a sailor bold,
'Twas all for gain he plowed the main,
so oftentimes I've been told,

It being long years and better
since Edmund was at home,
Young Edmund came to Emberly's house
when she was all alone;
Young Edmund came to Emberly's house
his gold all for to show,
That he had gained upon the main
above the lowlands low.

"My father keeps the public house
down by the rolling main,
You go there and enter in
and there all night remain;
I will meet you in the morning, love,
don't let my parents know,
That your name it is young Edmund
that plowed the lowlands low."

Young Edmund he sat drinking
till it was time to go to bed,
But little did he ever think
that sorrow crowned his head;
Said Emberly's cruel father,
"His gold will make a show,
I will send his body a-floating
down in the lowlands low."

Young Edmund he went to bed
and there fell fast asleep,
When Emberly's cruel father
into the room did creep;
He stabbed and dragged young Edmund
down to the beach below,
And he sent his body a-sinking
down in the lowlands low.

Young Emberly in her bed chamber
she dreamt an awful dream,
She dreamt she saw her true love's blood
a-floating in a stream;
She rose up in the morning,
to her father's house did go,
Because she loved young Edmund
who plowed the lowlands low.

"O, father, where is that stranger
who came here last night to dwell?"
"He's murdered," replied her father,
and you no tales must tell.
"O, cruel-hearted father,
you'll die a public show,
For the murdering of young Edmund
who plowed the lowlands low."

A squire was living handy,
her story she made known,
They took him to the justice
his trial it came on;
The jury brought against him
and hanged he was also,
For the murdering of young Edmund
who plowed the lowlands low.

"I'll go down to yonder grove
where the leaves they stood so green,
Where once my honored true love's blood
went floating in a stream;
The ships that sail the ocean,
their sails go to and fro,
They remind me of my Edmund
who plowed the lowlands low.

"The ships that are on the ocean,
sail over my true love's breast,
And his body it lies in the deep,
and I hope his soul found rest;
The ships that sail the ocean,
their sails go to and fro,
They remind me of young Edmund
who plowed the lowlands low.

####.... Author unknown, Variant of a British broadside ballad, Edwin (Edmund or Edward) In The Lowlands Low [Laws M34] American Balladry From British Broadsides (G Malcolm Laws, 1957). Also a variant of a British broadside ballad, Young Edwin In The Lowlands Low, printed by J Catnach (London) between 1813 and 1838, and archived at the Bodleian Broadside Ballads Library, Harding B 11(2031) ....####

Sung in 1950 by Michael (Mike) A Kent [1904-1997] of Cape Broyle, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).

A similar variant was collected as Young Edmond Of The Lowlands Low by Kenneth Peacock and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 2, pp.641-642, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.


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