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Benorie
THE TWA SISTERS—V
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There dwelt twa sisters in a bower,Benorie, O Benorie
The youngest o them was the fairest flower.
In the merry milldams o Benorie
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There cam a wooer them to woo,[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]
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He's gien the eldest o them a broach and a real,Because that she loved her sister weel.
At etc.
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He's gien the eldest a gay penknife,He loved the youngest as dear as his life.
At etc.
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‘O sister, O sister, will ye go oer yon glen,And see my father's ships coming in?’
At etc.
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‘O sister dear, I darena gang,Because I'm feard ye throw me in.’
The etc.
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‘O set your foot on yon sea stane,And was yeer hands in the sea foam.’
At etc.
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She set her foot on yon sea stane,To wash her hands in the sea foam.
At etc.
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[OMITTED]But the eldest has thrown the youngest in.
The etc.
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‘O sister, O sister, lend me your hand,And ye'se get William and a' his land.’
At etc.
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The miller's daughter cam out clad in red,Seeking water to bake her bread.
At etc.
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‘O father, O father, gae fish yeer mill-dam,There's either a lady or a milk-[white] swan.’
In etc.
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The miller cam out wi his lang cleek,And he cleekit the lady out by the feet.
From the bonny milldam, etc.
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Ye wadna kend her pretty feet,The American leather was sae neat.
In etc.
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Ye wadna kend her pretty legs,The silken stockings were so neat tied.
In etc.
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Ye wadna kend her pretty waist,The silken stays were sae neatly laced.
In etc.
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Ye wadna kend her pretty face,It was sae prettily preend oer wi lace.
In etc.
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Ye wadna kend her yellow hair,It was sae besmeared wi dust and glar.
In etc.
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By cam her father's fiddler fine,And that lady's spirit spake to him.
From etc.
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She bad him take three taits o her hair,And make them three strings to his fiddle sae rare.
At etc.
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‘Take two of my fingers, sae lang and sae white,And make them pins to your fiddle sae neat.’
At etc.
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The ae first spring that the fiddle playedWas, Cursed be Sir John, my ain true-love.
At etc.
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The next spring that the fiddle playdWas, Burn burd Hellen, she threw me in.
The etc.
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