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(learned from ballad books in the 1970s)

(music to go here)

There were two sisters lived in a bower,
    Oh, Binorrie, oh, Binorrie,
There came a knight to be their wooer,
    By the bonnie, bonnie milldams of Binorrie.

He courted the eldest with glove and ring,
    Oh, Binorrie, oh, Binorrie,
But he loved the youngest above any thing,
    By the bonnie, bonnie milldams of Binorrie.

The eldest she was vexed sair,
And sair envied her sister fair,

Upon a morning fair and clear,
She cried unto her sister dear,

O sister, sister, tak' my hand,
And let's go down to the river strand,

The eldest said to the youngest one,
Will ye see our father's ships come in?

She's ta'en her by the lily-white hand,
And led her down to the river strand,

The youngest stood upon a steyn,
And the eldest cam' and pushed her in,

She took her by the middle sma',
And dashed her bonny back by the jaw,

O sister, sister, reach your hand,
And you shall be heir to half my land,

O sister, I will not reach my hand,
And I'll be heir to all your land,

O sister, sister, reach me your glove,
And sweet William shall ever be your love,

Sink on, nor hope for hand or glove,
And sweet William shall then be my love,

Shame fa' the hand that I might take,
For it has twinned (separated)me and my mate,

Your cherry cheeks, and your yellow hair
Have garr'd me gang maiden forevermair,

Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam,
Until she came to the miller's dam,

The miller's daughter was baking bread,
And gaed for water as she had need,

O father, father, draw your dam,
There's a mermaid or a milkwhite swan,

The miller hasted and drew his dam,
And there he found the drown'd woman,

Ye couldn't see her yellow hair
For a string of pearls that were sae rare,

Ye couldn't see her middle sma'
For her gowden girdle that was sae braw,

Ye couldn't see her fingers sma'
Wi' diamond rings they were covered a',

Ye couldn't see her lilie feet,
Her gowden fringes were sae deep,

Sair will they be, whae'er they be,
The hearts that live to weep for thee,

And by there came a harper fine,
That harpit at the king to dine.

And when he looked that lady on,
He sighed and made a heavy mone,

He's made a harp of her breast-bane,
Whose sound would melt a heart of steyn,

He's ta'en three locks o' her yellow hair,
And wi' them strung his harp sae rare.

He brought the harp to her father's hall,
And there was the court assembled all.

He laid his harp upon a stane,
And straight it began to play alane,

O yonder sits my father, the king,
And yonder sits my mother, the queen,

And yonder stands my brother Hugh,
And by him, my William, sweet and true,

And the last tune the harp did play,
Woe to sister Ellen, that did me slay.

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)