There’s either a mermaid or a milk-white swan.’
The miller quickly drew his dam;
And there he fand a drowned woman. 40
You couldna see her yellow hair,
For gowd and pearls that were sae rare.
You couldna see her middle sma’,
Her gowden girdle was sae braw.
You couldna see her lilie feet, 45
Her gowden fringes were sae deep.
You couldna see her fingers sma’,