The miller quickly drew the dam,
An' there he found a drown'd woman;
twin'd, deprived). wardles make, life-mate.
You couldna see her yallow hair,
For gold and pearl that were sae rare;
You couldna see her middle sma,
For golden girdle that was sae braw;
Ye couldna see her fingers white
For golden rings that was sae gryte.
And by there came a harper fine,