Her father's fiddler he came by,
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;50
Upstarted her ghaist before his eye,
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.
"Ye'll take a lock o' my yellow hair,"
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;
"Ye'll make a string to your fiddle there,"55
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.
"Ye'll take a lith o' my little finger bane,"
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;
"And ye'll make a pin to your fiddle then,"
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.60
He's ta'en a lock o' her yellow hair,
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;
And made a string to his fiddle there,
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.
He's taen a lith o' her little finger bane,65
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;
And he's made a pin to his fiddle then,
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.
The firstand spring the fiddle did play,
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;70
Said, "Ye'll drown my sister, as she's dune me."
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.
I.
THE CROODLIN DOO.
See Lord Donald, p. [244].