Young Emily was fair lady bright. She loved her diver boy. Who sailed over the ocean. To gather up some gold. Seven long years returning. His money for to show. Heâ€™d been sailing over the main. Down in the low land low. â€œmy father runs a big hotel. Down by the river side. You go there go for to stay. And I shall be your bride. Meet me early morning. Donâ€™t let my parents know. You have been the diver boy. Down in the low land lowâ€. Young Henry taking 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. â€œletâ€™s take his money sure. And send his body sinking fast. Down in the low land lowâ€. Young Emily went to be that night. She dreamed an awful dream. She dreamed she saw. Her true loveâ€™s blood. Go flowing down the stream. Waking early morning. To parents she did say. â€œwhere could be that stranger boy. Who came here for to stay?â€. â€œoh father youâ€™re a robber. You robbed me of my wren!. Oh brother you have murdered. The one that I loved best!. The trees on yonder mountain. Are bending to and fro. They remind me of my diver boy.