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O SISTER DEAR

O Sister, Sister, O Sister dear!
Cut no more rushes by yon green mere,
O sister, sister, O sister dear.
The sun rose fair upon yester morn,
The land was golden as yellow corn,
O sister, sister, O sister dear.
The sun shone bright in the summer noon,
I knew my true love would come full soon,
O sister, sister, O sister dear.
I knew my true love would cross the sea,
Thro' clouds of danger or death to me,
O sister, sister, O sister dear.
The sun went down in a storm of red,
And in my bosom my heart lies dead!
O sister, sister, O sister dear.
O sister, sister, O sister dear!
I met my true love by yon green mere;
O sister, sister, O sister dear.

The first verse is the fragment of an old Ulster ballad.