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There were twa sisters sat in a bour;
Binnorie, O Binnorie! There cam a knight to be their wooer, By the bonnie milldams o’ Binnorie.
II
He courted the eldest with glove and ring,
But he lo’ed the youngest abune a’ thing.
III
The eldest she was vexèd sair,
And sair envìed her sister fair.
IV
Upon a morning fair and clear,
She cried upon her sister dear:
V
‘O sister, sister, tak my hand,
And we’ll see our father’s ships to land.’
VI
She’s ta’en her by the lily hand,
And led her down to the river-strand.
VII
The youngest stood upon a stane,
The eldest cam and push’d her in.
VIII
‘O sister, sister, reach your hand!
And ye sall be heir o’ half my land:
IX
‘O sister, reach me but your glove!
And sweet William sall be your love.’—
XI
‘Your cherry cheeks and your yellow hair
Gar’d me gang maiden evermair.’
XII
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam,
Until she cam to the miller’s dam.
XIV
‘O father, father, draw your dam!
There’s either a mermaid or a milk-white swan.’
XV
The miller hasted and drew his dam,
And there he found a drown’d woman.
XVI
You couldna see her middle sma’,
Her gowden girdle was sae braw.
XVII
You couldna see her lily feet,
Her gowden fringes were sae deep.
XVIII
You couldna see her yellow hair
For the strings o’ pearls was twisted there.
XIX
You couldna see her fingers sma’,
Wi’ diamond rings they were cover’d a’.
XX
And by there cam a harper fine,
That harpit to the king at dine.
XXI
And when he look’d that lady on,
He sigh’d and made a heavy moan.
XXII
He’s made a harp of her breast-bane,
Whose sound wad melt a heart of stane.
XXIII
He’s ta’en three locks o’ her yellow hair,
And wi’ them strung his harp sae rare.
XXIV
He went into her father’s hall,
And there was the court assembled all.
XXVI
‘O yonder sits my father, the King,
And yonder sits my mother, the Queen;
XXVII
‘And yonder stands my brother Hugh,
And by him my William, sweet and true.’
XXVIII
But the last tune that the harp play’d then—
Binnorie, O Binnorie! Was, ‘Woe to my sister, false Helèn!’ By the bonnie milldams o’ Binnorie.
