The Baltimore Consort (Custer LaRue) - Binnorie (The Twa Sisters) | Текст песни

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There were two sisters sat in a bour;
Refrain: Binnorie, O Binnorie
There came a knight to be their wooer.
Refrain: By the bonny mill-dams of Binnorie
He courted the eldest with glove and ring,
But he loed the youngest aboon a’ thing.
The eldest she was vexed sair,
And sore envied her sister fair.
The eldest said to the youngest ane,
‘Will ye go and see our father’s ships come in?’
She’s taen her by the lilly hand,
And led her down to the river strand.
The youngest stude upon a stane,
The eldest came and pushed her in.
‘O sister, sister, reach your hand,
And ye shall be heir of half my land.’
‘O sister, I’ll not reach my hand,
And I’ll be heir of all your land.
‘O sister, reach me but your glove,
And sweet William shall be your love.’
‘Sink on, nor hope for hand or glove,
And sweet William shall better be my love.
Sometimes she sunk, and sometimes she swam,
Until she came to the miller’s dam.
The millar’s daughter was baking bread,
She went for water, as she had need.
‘O father, father, draw your dam,
There’s either a mermaid or a milk-white swan.’
The miller hasted and drew his dam,
And there he found a drowned woman.
You could not see her yellow hair,
For gowd and pearls that were sae rare.
You could not see her middle sma,
Her gowden girdle was sae bra.
They could not see her lilly feet,
Her gowden fringes war sae deep.
A famous harper passing by,
The sweet pale face he chanced to spy.
And when he looked that ladye on,
He sighed and made a heavy moan.
He made a harp of her breast-bone,
Whose sounds would melt a heart of stone.
The strings he framed of her yellow hair,
Whose notes made sad the listening ear.
He brought it to her father’s hall,
And there was the court assembled all.
He laid this harp upon a stone,
And straight it began to play alone.
‘O yonder sits my father, the king,
And yonder sits my mother, the queen.
‘And yonder stands my brother Hugh,
And by him my William, sweet and true.’
But the last tune that the harp played then,
Was ‘Woe to my sister, false Helen!’