Sung by: Mrs. Ollie Gilbert
Recorded in Timbo, AR 10/13/59

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Young Emily was fair lady bride;
She loved her diver boy,
Who sailed the ocean over
To gather up some gold.
Seven long years returning,
His money for to show
That he’d been traveling o’er the main,
Down in the lowland low.

My father runs a big hotel
Down by the riverside.
You go there, call for to stay,
And I will be your bride.
Meet me early in the morning;
Don’t let my parents know
That you are the diver boy
Who diven in the lowland low.

Young Henry taken a drink that night
Before he went to bed,
Not thinking of the danger
That crowned all over his head.
Young Edward said to his father,
“Let’s make his money sure,
And send his body sinking facedown
In the lowland low.”

Young Emily went to bed that night.
She dreamed an awful dream.
She dreamed she saw her true love lad
Go floating down the stream.
Waking early in the morning,
To her parents she did say,
“Where could be the stranger boy
Who came here for to stay?”

“Oh, Father, you are a robber;
You've robbed me of my rest.
Oh, brother, you have murdered
The one that I loved best.
For the trees on yonders mountain
Are bending to and fro.
Reminds me of my diver boy
Who diven in the lowland low.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #140, “Young Edmond Dell”; Brown, Vol. II, #79, “Young Edwin in the Lowlands Low.”

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