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English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Traditional Ballads

4. The Twa Sisters

THERE was twa sisters in a bowr,

Binnorie, O Binnorie

There was twa sisters in a bowr,

Binnorie, O Binnorie

There was twa sisters in a bowr,

There came a knight to be their wooer,

By the bonny mill-dams of Binnorie.

He courted the eldest wi glove an ring,

But he lovd the youngest above a’ thing.

He courted the eldest wi brotch an knife,

But lovd the Youngest as his life.

The eldest she was vexed sair,

An much envi’d her sister fair.

Into her bowr she could not rest,

Wi grief an spite she almos brast.

Upon a morning fair an clear,

She cried upon her sister dear:

“O sister, come to yon sea stran,

An see our father’s ships come to lan.”

She’s taen her by the milk-white han,

And led her down to yon sea stran.

The younges[t] stood upon a stane,

The eldest came an threw her in.

She tooke her by the middle sma,

And dashd her bonny back to the jaw.

“O sister, sister, tak my han,

An Ise mack you heir to a’ my lan.

“O sister, sister, tak my middle,

An Yes get my goud and my gouden girdle.

“O sister, sister, save my life,

An I swear Ise never be nae man’s wife.”

“Foul fa the han that I should tacke,

It twin’ d me an my wardles make.

“Your cherry cheeks an yallow hair

Gars me gae maiden for evermair.”

Sometimes she sank, an sometimes she swam,

Till she came down yon bonny mill-dam.

O out it came the miller’s son,

An saw the fair maid swimmin in.

“O father, father, draw your dam,

Here’s either a mermaid or a swan.”

The miller quickly drew the dam,

An there he found a drownd woman.

You coudna see her yallow hair

For gold and pearle that were so rare.

You coudna see her middle sma

For gouden girdle that was sae braw.

You coudna see her fingers white,

For gouden rings that was sae gryte.

An by there came a harper fine,

That harped to the king at dine.

When he did look that lady upon,

He sighd and made a heavy moan.

He’s taen three locks o her yallow hair,

An wi them strung his harp sae fair.

The first tune he did play and sing,

Was, “Farewell to my father the king.”

The nextin tune that he playd syne,

Was, “Farewell to my mother the queen.”

The lasten tune that he playd then,

Was, “Wae to my sister, fair Ellen.”