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First Version

Young Amy was a servant girl
And loved her sailor bold;
He ploughed the main more gold to gain,
For he loved her, so we're told.

My father keeps a public house
Down yonder by the sea.
You must go there and venture
This night all for to stay.

Rise early in the morning.
Don't let my parents know
That your name it is young Edmund
That ploughs the lowlands low.

Young Edmund he stayed drinking
Until 'twas time to go to bed.
As little did young Edmund think
That sorrow would crown his head,

They kicked and stabbed him on the floor,
His gold they made him show,
And set his body floating
Down in the lowlands low.

Young Amy on her pillow lay,
She dreamed a dreadful dream;
She dreamed her love was murdered
And the blood did flow in streams.

Young Amy rose, put on her clothes,
And to her parents did go,
Saying: Father, dearest father,
Where's the man came here to lay?
He's dead, no tales he'll tell,
Her father this replied.

0 father, dearest father,
You'll die a public show
For the murdering of my Edmund
That ploughed the lowlands low.

The shells that's in the ocean
Goes tossing to and fro,
They remind me of my Edmund
Who ploughs the lowlands low.

The fish that's in the ocean
Swim over my love's breast.
His body lies in motion,
I hope his soul's at rest.

Second Version

Come all you wild young people, and listen to my song,
While I will unfold concerning gold, that guides so many wrong.
Young Emma was a servant maid and loved a sailor bold.
He ploughed the main, much gold to gain for his love, as we've been told.

He ploughed the main for seven years and then he returned home.
As soon as he set foot on shore, unto his love did go.
He went unto young Emma's house, his gold all for to show,
That he had gained upon the main, all in the Lowlands low.

My father keeps a public house down by the side of the sea,
And you go there and stay the night, and there you wait for me.
I'll meet you in the morning, but don't let my parents know
Your name it is Young Edwin that ploughed the Lowlands low.

Young Edwin he sat drinking 'til time to go to bed.
He little thought a sword that night would part his body and head,
And Edwin he got into bed and scarcely was asleep,
When Emily's cruel parents soft into his room did creep.

They stabbed him, dragged him out of bed, and to the sea did go.
They sent his body floating down to the Lowlands low.
As Emily she lay sleeping, she had a dreadful dream;
She dreamed she saw Young Edwin's blood a-flowing like the stream.

Oh father, where's the stranger come here last night to lay?
Oh, he is dead, no tales can tell, her father he did say.
Then father, cruel father, you'll die a public show,
For the murdering of Young Edwin that ploughed the Lowlands low.

The fishes of the ocean swim o'er my lover's breast.
His body rolls in motion, I hope his soul's at rest.
The shells along the seashore that are rolling to and fro
Remind me of my Edwin that ploughed the Lowlands low.

So many a day she passed away and tried to ease her mind,
And Emma, broken-hearted, was to Bedlam forced to go.
Crying: Oh, my friends, my love is gone, and I am left behind.
Her shrieks were for Young Edwin that ploughed the Lowlands low.
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भाषा: हिन्दीअंग्रेज़ी
शैलीEthnic/Folk
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जोड़ाMarch 10th, 2019
आखरी अपडेटMarch 7th, 2022
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