| There lived a lady by the North Sea shore
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| (Lay the bent to the bonnie broom)
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| Two daughters were the babes she bore
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| (Fa la la la la la la la la la)
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| As one grew bright as is the sun
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| So coal black grew the elder one
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| A knight came riding to the lady’s door
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| He’d travelled far to be their wooer
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| He courted one with gloves and rings
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| But he loved the other above all things
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| Oh sister will you go with me
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| To watch the ships sail on the sea?
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| She took her sister by the hand
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| And led her down to the North Sea strand
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| And as they stood on the windy shore
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| The dark girl threw her sister o’er
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| Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
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| Crying, «Sister, reach to me your hand!
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| «Oh Sister, Sister, let me live
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| And all that’s mine I’ll surely give.»
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| «(It's) your own true love that I’ll have and more
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| But thou shalt never come ashore.»
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| And there she floated like a swan
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| The salt sea bore her body on
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| Two minstrels walked along the strand
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| And saw the maiden float to land
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| They made a harp of her breastbone
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| Whose sound would melt a heart of stone
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| They took three locks of her yellow hair
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| And with them strung the harp so rare
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| They went into her father’s hall
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| To play the harp before them all
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| But as they laid it on a stone
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| The harp began to play alone
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| The first string sang a doleful sound:
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| «The bride her younger sister drowned.»
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| The second string as that they tried
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| In terror sits the black-haired bride
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| The third string sang beneath their bow
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| «And surely now her tears will flow.» |