The Bonny Bows o London
THE TWA SISTERS—F
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Motherwell's MS., p. 383. From the recitation of Agnes
Lyle, Kilbarchan, 27th July, 1825.
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There was two ladies livd in a bower,
Hey with a gay and a grinding O
The youngest o them was the fairest flower
About a' the bonny bows o London.
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There was two ladies livd in a bower,
An wooer unto the youngest did go.
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The oldest one to the youngest did say,
‘Will ye take a walk with me today,
And we'll view the bonny bows o London.
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‘Thou'll set thy foot whare I set mine,
Thou'll set thy foot upon this stane.’
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‘I'll set my foot where thou sets thine:’
The old sister dang the youngest in,
At, etc.
6
‘O sister dear, come tak my hand,
Take my life safe to dry land,’
At, etc.
7
‘It's neer by my hand thy hand sall come in,
It's neer by my hand thy hand sall come in,
At, etc.
8
‘It's thy cherry cheeks and thy white briest bane
Gars me set a maid owre lang at hame.’
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She clasped her hand[s] about a brume rute,
But her cruel sister she lowsed them out.
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Sometimes she sank, and sometimes she swam,
Till she cam to the miller's dam.
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The miller's bairns has muckle need,
They were bearing in water to bake some breid.
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Says, ‘Father, dear father, in our mill-dam,
It's either a fair maid or a milk-white swan.’
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The miller he's spared nae his hose nor his shoon
Till he brocht this lady till dry land.
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I wad he saw na a bit o her feet,
Her silver slippers were made so neat.
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I wad he saw na a bit o her skin,
For ribbons there was mony a ane.
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He laid her on a brume buss to dry,
To see wha was the first wad pass her by.
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Her ain father's herd was the first man
That by this lady gay did gang.
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He's taen three links of her yellow hair,
And made it a string to his fiddle there.
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He's cut her fingers long and small
To be fiddle-pins that neer might fail.
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The very first spring that the fiddle did play,
‘Hang my auld sister,’ I wad it did say.
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‘For she drowned me in yonder sea,
God neer let her rest till she shall die,’
At the bonny bows o London.
