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Edwin in the Lowlands Low
7 O dear, dear, cruel father, You shall die a public show
For murdering of my old true love, Who drove in the lowlands low.
8 There's a coach on yonders mountain, It tosses to and fro.
It 'minds me of my driver boy Who drove in the lowlands low.
2 Young Edward fell a-drinking, It was time for to go to bed, Although he wasn't a-thinking The custom came around his head. Youny Emily fell asleep that night; She dreamed a frightful dream ; She dreamed that her love was bleeding, The blood ran down in streams.