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Won't you help support DayPoems? The Twa SistersBy Anonymous17th CenturyChild Ballad 10 There was twa sisters in a bowr, Edinburgh, Edinburgh There was twa sisters in a bowr, Stirling for ay There was twa sisters in a bowr, There came a knight to be their wooer. He courted the eldest wi glove an ring, But he lovd the youngest above a' thing. He courted the eldest wi brotch an knife, But lovd the youngest as his life. The eldest she was vexed sair, An much envi'd her sister fair. Into her bowr she could not rest, Wi grief an spite she almost brast. Upon a morning fair and clear, She cried upon her sister dear: "O sister, come to yon sea stran, An see our father's ship come to lan." She's taen her by the milk-white han, An led her down to yon sea stran. The youngest stood upon a stane, The eldest came and threw her in. She tooke her by the middle sma, And dashd her bonny back to the jaw. "O sister, sister, tak my han, An Ise mack you heir to a' my lan." "O sister, sister, tak my middle, An yes get my goud and my gouden girdle." "O sister, sister, save my life, An I swear Ise never be nae man's wife." "Foul fa the han that I should tacke, It twin'd me and my wardles make." "Your cherry cheeks an yallow hair, Gars me gae maiden for evermair." Sometimes she sank, and sometimes she swam, Till she came down yon bonny mill-dam. O out it came the millers son, An saw the fair maid swimmin' in. "O Father, father, draw your dam, Here's either a mermaid or a swan." The miller quickly drew the dam, An there he found a drownd woman. You couldna see her yallow hair, For gold and pearle that were so rare. An by there came a harper fine, That harped to the king at dine. When he did look that lady upon, He sighd and made a heavy moan. He's taen three locks o her yallow hair, An wi them strung his harp sae fair. The first tune he did play and sing, Was, "Farewell to my father the king." The nextin tune that he playd syne, Was, "Farewell to my mother the queen." The lasten tune that he playd then, Was, "wae to my sister, Fair Ellen." DayPoems Poem No. 2569 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2006 by Timothy Keith Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly attempt to assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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