| Young emily was fair lady bright
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| She loved her diver boy
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| Who sailed over the ocean
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| To gather up some gold
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| Seven long years returning
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| His money for to show
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| He’d been sailing over the main
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| Down in the low land, low
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| «My father runs a big hotel
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| Down by the river side
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| You go there go for to stay
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| And i shall be your bride
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| Meet me early morning
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| Don’t let my parents know
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| You have been the diver boy
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| Down in the low land, low»
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| Young henry taking a drink
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| That night before he went to bed
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| Not thinking of the danger
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| That crowned all over his head
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| Young edward said to his father
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| «let's take his money sure
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| And send his body sinking fast
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| Down in the low land, low»
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| Young emily went to be that night
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| She dreamed an awful dream
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| She dreamed she saw
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| Her true love’s blood
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| Go flowing down the stream
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| Waking early morning
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| To parents she did say
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| «Where could be that stranger boy
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| Who came here for to stay?»
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| «Oh, father you’re a robber
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| You robbed me of my wren!
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| Oh brother you have murdered
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| The one that i loved best!
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| The trees on yonder mountain
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| Are bending to and fro
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| They remind me of my diver boy
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| Down in the low land, low» |