English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	Edwin in the Lowlands Low
	3 Next morn she rose, put on her clothes, And to her parents did go, Enquiring for her driver boy, Who drove in the lowlands low. 0 mother, where is my driver boy Who came last night for to stay ? He's gone for to dwell no tongue can tell How cruel your father did say. 4 O father, cruel father, You'll die a public show, For killing of my driver boy, Who drove in the lowlands low. 5 My love is in the ocean While fish play o'er his breast. His body's in a constant motion; 1 hope his soul's at rest. His coaches are in the mountain, The rivers are all aflow. It reminds me of my driver boy, Who drove in the lowlands low.
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