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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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The Bonny Bows o London

THE TWA SISTERS—O

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a. Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii, 128. b. Traditional Ballad Airs, edited by W. Christie, i, 42.

1

There were twa sisters in a bower,
Hey wi the gay and the grinding
And ae king's son has courted them baith.
At the bonny bonny bows o London

2

He courted the youngest wi broach and ring,
He courted the eldest wi some other thing.

3

It fell ance upon a day
The eldest to the youngest did say,

4

‘Will ye gae to yon Tweed mill-dam,
And see our father's ships come to land?’

5

They baith stood up upon a stane,
The eldest dang the youngest in.

6

She swimmed up, sae did she down,
Till she came to the Tweed mill-dam.

7

The miller's servant he came out,
And saw the lady floating about.

8

‘O master, master, set your mill,
There is a fish, or a milk-white swan.’

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9

They could not ken her yellow hair,
[For] the scales o gowd that were laid there.

10

They could not ken her fingers sae white,
The rings o gowd they were sae bright.

11

They could not ken her middle sae jimp,
The stays o gowd were so well laced.

12

They could not ken her foot sae fair,
The shoes o gowd they were so rare.

13

Her father's fiddler he came by,
Upstarted her ghaist before his eye.

14

‘Ye'll take a lock o my yellow hair,
Ye'll make a string to your fiddle there.

15

‘Ye'll take a lith o my little finger bane,
And ye'll make a pin to your fiddle then.’

16

He's taen a lock o her yellow hair,
And made a string to his fiddle there.

17

He's taen a lith o her little finger bane,
And he's made a pin to his fiddle then.

18

The firstand spring the fiddle did play,
Said, ‘Ye'll drown my sister, as she's dune me.’