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he sneaked up to his lover's window, bade her go with him, but she did so hesitantly for the moon that night was dim. said he "oh my own true Emma, haste do not delay. and we will ramble through the hedges, set our wedding day and we'll go..." down, down, down, down by the willows, down by the drooping willows. but there amongst the violets he cursed her up and down and he told her of his jealousy then pushed her to the ground. but she had loved no other and she begged him for her life, but no ammount of pleading could stop his steely knife. down, down, down, down by the willows down by the drooping willows. down, down, down, down, down, down by the river, down, down, down, down, down down, down where the violets grow, down, down, down, down, down down, down by the willows, down, down. and the birds sang in the morning their awful weary songs where the truest love of Edward had never done a wrong, but now beneath the willows where the violets fade and bloom resides the ghost of Emma near her cold and silent tomb the river down, down, down, down by the willows