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YOUNG EDWARD |
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"My father owns a fine house. On yonder riverside, And you can go and stay all night, No danger need you fear."
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He sat up and discoursed with her. Till time to go to bed. And little did he think that night, That sorrow would crown his head.
3 This young man being a-drowsy, Went in the room to sleep; And Polly's cruel old father, All in the room did creep.
4 He stabbed him and he killed him, He dragged him out of bed, His blood it swifdy flowed, he sank All in the water, O!
5 As Polly she lay sleeping, She had a frightful dream; She dreamt she saw her love stand weeping, His blood flowed in a stream.
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"O father, where's the sailor lad
Came here last night to stay?" "Oh, he is dead, no tales can tell,"
Her father he did say.
7 "O father, cruel father, You'll die a public show, For sinking of my own true love Down in the Lowlands low." |
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