

There were two sisters who went playing
To see their father's ships come sailing
And when they came unto the sea-rim
The elder did push the younger in
Sometimes she sank, and sometimes she swam
Till her corpse came to the miller's dam
And what did he do with her breastbone?
He made him a viol to play on
And what did he do
with her fingers so small?
He made his pegs to his viol to dwell on And what
did he do with her nose-ridge?
Unto his viol he made a bridge
And what did he do with her veins so blue?
He made strings for his viol,
thereto
What did he do with her eyes so bright?
On his viol, he set at first light
What did he do with her tongue so rough?
'Twas the new till,
and it spoke enough Then bespake the treble string
O' yonder is my father,
the king. Then bespoke the second string
O' yonder sits my mother,
the queen. Then bespoke the strings,
all three O
yonder is my sister who drowned me.
Who is in my house?