4
It fell ance upon a day
That these twa sisters hae gane astray.
5
It was for to meet their father's ships that had come in.
. . . . . . .
6
As they walked up the linn,
The eldest dang the youngest in.
7
'O sister, sister, tak my hand,
And ye'll hae Lud John and aw his land.'
8
With a silver wand she pushd her in,
. . . . . . .
9
'O sister, sister, tak my glove,
And ye sall hae my ain true love.'
10
The miller's dochter cam out wi speed.
It was for a water to bake her bread.
11
'O father, father, gae slack your dam;
There's either a white fish or a swan.'
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12
Bye cam a blind fiddler that way,
And he took three tets o her bonnie yellow hair.