There were two sisters came walkin’ down the stream 
Oh the wind and rain The one behind pushed the other one in Cryin’ oh the dreadful wind and rain 
Johnny gave the youngest a gay gold ring, Didn’t give the oldest one anything, 
They pushed her into the river to drown, And watched her as she floated down, 
She floated ’till she came to a miller’s pond, Cryin’, Father oh father there swims a swan, 
The miller pulled her out with a fishing hook, Pulled that fair maid from the brook, 
He left her on the banks to dry, And a fiddlin’ fool come passing by, 
Out of the woods came a fiddler fair, Took thirty strands of her long yellow hair, 
And he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair, He made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair, 
He made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones, He made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones, 
And he made a little fiddle of her breast bone, The sound could melt a heart of stone, 
And the only tune that the fiddle would play, was... The only tune that the fiddle would play, was... 
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