Young Edmond Of The Lowlands Low (Peacock)

See also: Young Edmund In The Lowlands Low
(MacEdward Leach)

Come all young men and maidens
attend unto my song,
While I relate concerning gold
that's led so many wrong;
Young Emily was a servant girl,
she loved a sailor bold,
It was all for gain he plowed the main
so ofttimes l've been told,

It being long years and better
since Edmond was at home,
Young Edmond came to Emily's house
when she was all alone;
Young Edmond came to Emily's house
his gold all for to show,
That he had gained upon the main
above the lowlands low.

"My father keeps a public house
down by the rolling main,
You go there and enter in
and there all night remain;
I'll meet you in the morning, love,
don't let my parents know,
That your name it is young Edmond
that plowed the lowlands low."

Young Edmond he sat drinking
till time to go to bed,
'Twas little did he think or know
that sorrow crowned his head;
Said Emily's cruel father,
"His gold will make a show,
We'll send his body a-floating
down in the lowlands low."

Young Edmond he soon went to bed
and there fell fast asleep,
When Emily's cruel father
into the room did creep;
He stabbed and dragged young Edmond
down to the beach below,
And sent his body sinking
down in the lowlands low.

Young Emily in her bed-chamber
she dreamt a restless dream,
She dreamt she saw her true-love's blood
flowing in a stream;
She rose up in the morning,
to her father's house did go,
Because she loved young Edmond
who plowed the lowlands low.

"Oh, father, where is that stranger
came here last night to dwell?"
"He's murdered," replied her father,
and you no tales must tell.
"Oh, cruel-hearted father,
you'll die a public show,
For the murdering of young Edmond
who plowed the lowlands low."

A squire was living handy,
her story she made known,
They took him to the justice,
his trial it soon came on;
The jury brought against him,
and hanged he was also,
For the murder of young Edmond
who plowed the lowlands low.

I'll go down to yonder grove
where the leaves they shade so green,
Where once my honoured true-love's blood
went flowing in a stream;
The ships that sail the ocean,
their sails go to and fro,
It reminds me of my Edmond
who plowed the lowlands low.

####.... Variant of British broadside ballads, Edwin (Edmund or Edward) In The Lowlands Low [Laws M34] American Balladry From British Broadsides (G Malcolm Laws, 1957). Also a variant of a British broadside ballad, Young Edwin In The Lowlands Low, printed by J Catnach (London) between 1813 and 1838, and archived at the Bodleian Broadside Ballads Library, Harding B 11(2031) ....####

Collected in 1952 by Kenneth Peacock from Mrs James (Lucy) Heaney [1895-?] of Stock Cove, NL, and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Vol 2, pp.641-642, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.

Kenneth Peacock noted that this ballad of love and murder, once issued as a broadside by Jackson & Son of Birmingham which achieved widespread popularity in Great Britain, has been noted many times in North America.

Another variant was collected from Michael (Mike) A Kent [1904-1997] of Cape Broyle, NL, and published as Young Edmund In The Lowlands Low in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).


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