Young Emily - Alasdair Roberts

Young Emily was a fair young maid

She loved her driver boy

Who sailed the main much gold to gain

Down in the lowlands low

Her father kept a public house

Down on yonder shore

'Go ye, go ye and enter in

And there abide the night

'And don’t you tell them nothing

Nor let them know your name

That your name it is young Edmund

Who rode in the lowlands low

Young Edmund fell to drinking

A-drinking to sleep

It’s little did he think that night

They would cut off is head

Young Emily rose in the morning

She’s pulling on her clothes

Says 'I'm gonna hunt for my driver boy

Who rode in the lowlands low

'Oh father, cruel father

You will die a public show

For the murdering of my driver boy

Who rode in the lowlands low'