Scots |
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There lived a lady by the north sea shore |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
Twa daughters were the bairns she bore |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
One was as bright as is the sun |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
Sae coal black grew the elder one |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
A knight came riding to the ladies' door |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
He travelled far to be their wooer |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
He courted one, aye with gloves and rings |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
But he loved the other above all things |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
"Sister, sister won't you walk with me |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
An' see the ships sail upon sea?" |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
And as they stood on that windy shore |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
The elder sister pushed the younger o'er |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
Sometimes she sank or sometimes she swam |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
Crying, "Sister, reach to me your hand" |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
And there she floated just like a swan |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
The salt sea carried her body on |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
Two minstrels walking by the north sea strand |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
They saw the maiden, aye float to land |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
They made a harp out of her breast bone |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
The sound of which would melt a heart of stone |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
They took three locks of her yellow hair |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
And wi' them strung that harp so rare |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
The first string that those minstrels tried |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
Then terror seized the black-haired bride |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
The second string played a doleful sound |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
"The younger sister, oh she is drowned" |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
The third string, it played beneath their bow |
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom |
"And surely now her tears will flow" |
Fa la la la la la la la la la |
The Cruel Sister
Traditional
Arranged by Old Blind Dogs
As recorded by Old Blind Dogs on Close to the Bone