16
Sometimes she sank, an sometimes she swam,
Till she came down yon bonny mill-dam.

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O out it came the miller's son,
An saw the fair maid swimmin in.

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'O father, father, draw your dam,
Here's either a mermaid or a swan.'

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The miller quickly drew the dam,
An there he found a drownd woman.

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You coudna see her yallow hair
For gold and pearle that were so rare.

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You coudna see her middle sma
For gouden girdle that was sae braw.

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You coudna see her fingers white,
For gouden rings that was sae gryte.

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An by there came a harper fine,
That harped to the king at dine.

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When he did look that lady upon,
He sighd and made a heavy moan.

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He's taen three locks o her yallow hair,
An wi them strung his harp sae fair.