Young Emily

Young Emily was a fair maid.
She loved a driver boy
He drove in the main for some gold to gain
Way down in the lowlands low

My father runs a public house
Down by yon river side
Come ye, come ye and enter in
And there this night abide

Oh please, don't tell them nothing
Don't you ever let them know
That your name it is young Edmund
Who drove in the lowlands low

Young Edmund fell to drinking
From drinking into bed
Said he did not know his sword that night
Would part his neck and head

Young Emily rose in the morning
She's a putting on her clothes
Said I'm going to look for my driver boy
Who drove in the lowlands low

 

Oh father, my dear father
You've got to let me know
What's happened to my driver boy
Who drove in the lowlands low

Oh daughter my dear daughter
Don't you speak so loud and free
His gold is all for us to claim
And his body's in the sea

Oh father cruel father
I'll have you hung a public show
For the murdering of my driver boy
Who drove in the lowlands low

See the coach on yonder mountain
It's a moving to and fro
It reminds me of my driver boy
Who drove in the lowlands low

My true love's laying in the ocean
The fish swims o'er his breast
His body's in a gentile motion
I pray that his soul's at rest

Elizabeth LaPrelle
284 White Rock Furnace Rd.
Rural Retreat, VA 24368
elizabeth@old97wrecords.com
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