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The Two Sisters
9 The miller got her golden ring, The miller pushed her back again.
10 The miller was hung at his mill gate For drownding my poor sister Kate.
That will be true, true to my love, Love and my love will be true to me.
2 A young man came a-courting there, He took choice of the youngest there.
3 He gave this girl a beaver hat,
The oldest she thought much of that.
4 O sister, O sister, let's we walk out To see the ships a-sailing about.
5 As they walked down the salty brim, The oldest pushed the youngest in.
6 O sister, O sister, lend me your hand, And I will give you my house and land.
7 I'll neither lend you my hand or glove, But I will have your own true love.
8 Down she sank and away she swam, And into the miller's fish pond she ran.
9 The miller came out with his fish hook And fished the fair maid out of the brook.