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2 As they were walking by the river's brim (With a hey down, bow down !) The oldest pushed the youngest in.
(And I'll be true to my love, if my love'll be true to me.)
3 O sister, 0 sister, pray gee me thy hand
(With a hey down, bow down !) And I'll gee thee both house and land."
(And I'll be true to my love, if my love'll be true to me)
4 " I'll neither gee theo hand nor glove,
(With a hey down, bow down !) Unless thou'lt gee me thine own true love."
(And I'll be true to my love, if my love'll be true to me.)
5 So down she sank, and away she swam.
(With a hey down, bow down !) Until she came to the miller's dam.
(And I'll be true to my love, it my love'll be true to me.)
6 The miller's daughter stood by the door,
(With a hey down, bow down !) As fair as any gilly flower.
(And I'll be true to my love, if my love'll be true to me.)
7 " 0 vather, () vather, here swims a swan,
(With a hey down, bow down !) Very much like a drownded gentlewoman."
(And I'll be true to my love, if my love'll be true to me.)
8 The miller he got his pole and hook,
(With a hey down, bow down!) And he fished the fair maid out of the brook.
(And I'll be true to my love, if my love'll be true to me.)
9 " O miller, I'll gee thee guineas ten,
(With a hey down, bow down !) If thou'lt fetch me back to my vather again."
(And I'll be true to my love, if my love'll be true to me)
io The miller he took her guineas ten, (With a hey down, bow down !) And he pushed the fair maid in again.
(And I'll be true to my love, if my love'll be true to me.)
ii But the Crowner he came, and the Justice too, (With a hey down, bow down!) With a hue and a cry and a hullabaloo.
(And I'll be true to my love, if my love'll be true to me.)
12 They hanged the miller beside his own gate,
(With a hey down, bow down!) For drowning the varmer's daughter Kate.
(And I'll be true to my love, if my love'll be true to me.)
13 The sister she fled beyond the seas,
(With a hey down, bow down !) And died an old maid among black savagees.
(And I'll be true to my love, if my love'll be true to me.)
14 So I've ended my tale of the west countree, ,
(With a hey down, bow down !) And they calls it the Barkshire tragedee.
(And I'll be true to my love, if my love'll be true to me.) |
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The tune from G. K. Fortesque, Esq. ; the- words from " The Scouring of the White Horse."
This is one of the very many variants of the ballad usually known as " Binnorie," which appears in different forms in many countries. The peculiarities of the English ballad are the presence of a third sister, not required by the story ; llw fact that the maiden was alive when she reached the mill: the brutal cruelty oj the miller; the crowner ; the fate of the miller : and the horrible ending of the elder sister. |
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