And then bespake the stringes all three,
With, &c.
"O yonder is my sister that drowned mee."
With, &c.
Now pay the miller for his payne,
With, &c.
And let him bee gone in the divels name.
With, &c.
THE BONNY BOWS O' LONDON. See p. [231].
From Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii. 128.
There were twa sisters in a bower,
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;
And ae king's son hae courted them baith,
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.
He courted the youngest wi' broach and ring,5
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;
He courted the eldest wi' some other thing,
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.
It fell ance upon a day,
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding,10
The eldest to the youngest did say,
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London:
"Will ye gae to yon Tweed mill dam,"
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding,
"And see our father's ships come to land?"15
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.