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            | 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
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