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| THERE was twa sisters in a bowr, | |
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| Binnorie, O Binnorie |
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| There was twa sisters in a bowr, |
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| Binnorie, O Binnorie |
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| There was twa sisters in a bowr, |
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| There came a knight to be their wooer, | |
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| By the bonny mill-dams of Binnorie. |
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| He courted the eldest wi glove an ring, | |
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| But he lovd the youngest above a’ thing. |
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| He courted the eldest wi brotch an knife, | 10 |
| But lovd the Youngest as his life. | |
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| The eldest she was vexed sair, | |
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| An much envi’d her sister fair. |
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| Into her bowr she could not rest, | |
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| Wi grief an spite she almos brast. |
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| Upon a morning fair an clear, | |
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| She cried upon her sister dear: |
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| “O sister, come to yon sea stran, | |
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| An see our father’s ships come to lan.” |
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| She’s taen her by the milk-white han, | 20 |
| And led her down to yon sea stran. | |
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| The younges[t] stood upon a stane, | |
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| The eldest came an threw her in. |
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| She tooke her by the middle sma, | |
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| And dashd her bonny back to the jaw. |
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| “O sister, sister, tak my han, | |
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| mack you heir to a’ my lan. | |
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| “O sister, sister, tak my middle, | |
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| get my goud and my gouden girdle. | |
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| “O sister, sister, save my life, | 30 |
| An I swear Ise never be nae man’s wife.” | |
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| “Foul fa the han that I should tacke, | |
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| me an my wardles make. | |
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| “Your cherry cheeks an yallow hair | |
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| me gae maiden for evermair.” | 35 |
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| Sometimes she sank, an sometimes she swam, | |
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| Till she came down yon bonny mill-dam. |
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| O out it came the miller’s son, | |
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| An saw the fair maid swimmin in. |
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| “O father, father, draw your dam, | 40 |
| Here’s either a mermaid or a swan.” | |
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| The miller quickly drew the dam, | |
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| An there he found a drownd woman. |
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| You coudna see her yallow hair | |
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| For gold and pearle that were so rare. |
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| You coudna see her middle sma | |
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| For gouden girdle that was sae braw. |
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| You coudna see her fingers white, | |
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| For gouden rings that was sae gryte. |
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| An by there came a harper fine, | 50 |
| That harped to the king at dine. | |
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| When he did look that lady upon, | |
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| He sighd and made a heavy moan. |
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| He’s taen three locks o her yallow hair, | |
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| An wi them strung his harp sae fair. |
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| The first tune he did play and sing, | |
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| Was, “Farewell to my father the king.” |
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| The nextin tune that he playd syne, | |
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| Was, “Farewell to my mother the queen.” |
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| The lasten tune that he playd then, | 60 |
| Was, “Wae to my sister, fair Ellen.” | |
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