6
She leaned her foot upon the stone,
But her eldest sister has tumbled her down.
7
'O sister, sister, give me your hand,
And I'll make you lady of all my land.'
8
'O I'll not lend to you my hand,
But I'll be lady of your land.'
9
'O sister, sister, give me your glove,
And I'll make you lady of my true love.'
10
'It's I'll not lend to you my glove,
But I'll be lady of your true love.'
11
Sometimes she sank, and sometimes she swam,
Until she came to a miller's dam.
12
The miller's daughter was coming out wi speed,
For water for to bake some bread.
13
'O father, father, stop the dam,
For it's either a lady or a milk-white swan.'
14
He dragged her out unto the shore,
And stripped her of all she wore.
15
By cam a fiddler, and he was fair,
And he buskit his bow in her bonnie yellow hair.