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THE TWO SISTERS (7) There lived an old lord in the North Countree Bow down There lived an old lord in the North Countree Bow and balance to me, There lived an old lord in the North Countree And he had daughters, one two and three That will be true, true to my love Love and my love will be true to me. There went a young man a-courting there He chose the youngest daughter fair He gave to her a beaver hat The older she thought much of that. He gave the youngest a gay gold ring The older, not a single thing. O sister, O sister come walk with me To see the ships upon the sea. But when they reached the water's brim The oldest pushed the yougest in. O sister, O sister, O give me your hand And you may have my house and land. I will not give you my hand nor my glove But I will have your own true-love. Down she sank and away she swam And down to the miller's mill-pond she swam. O miller, O miller, there swims a swan A-swimming about in your mill-pond. The miller ran out with his fish-hook And fished that fair maid out of the brook. He's robbed her of her gay gold rings And into the pond he's pushed her again. The miller was hung at his mill gate For drowning of his sister, Kate. Child #10 Roud-8 Note: This is how I remember it; it may well be a pastiche of several versions. No magic in this one. RG @murder @family filename[ TWOSIS7 TUNE FILE: TWOSIS7 CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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