There were two sisters of county Clare,
Oh, the wind and rain
One was dark and the other was fair,
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And they both had a love of the miller’s son,
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But he was fond of the fairer one,
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So she pushed her into the river to drown,
Oh, the wind and rain
And watched her as she floated down,
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
And she floated till she came to the millers pond,
Oh, the wind and the rain
Dead on the water like a golden swan,
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As she came to rest on the riverside,
Oh, the wind and the rain
And her bones were washed by the rolling tide
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And along the road came a fiddler fair
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And found her bones just a lying there, cried
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
So he made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone
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He a made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone, crying
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
And he strung his fiddle bow with her long yeller hair
Oh, the wind and the rain
He strung his fiddle bow with her long yeller hair, cried
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
And he made a fiddle fiddle of her breast bone
Oh, the wind and rain
He made a fiddle fiddle of her breast bone, cried
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
But the only tune that the fiddle could play was
Oh, the wind and rain
The only tune that the fiddle would play was
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain.
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This is a nice version. Crooked Still’s is more lovely but a slightly different story, and couldn’t find to post here.
