Part 1 / Book 1 — 23. Binnorie

I There were twa sisters sat in a bour; Binnorie, O Binnorie! There cam a knight to be their wooer, By the bonnie milldams o’ Binnorie. II He courted the eldest with glove and ring, But he lo’ed the youngest abune a’ thing. III The eldest she was vexèd sair, And sair envìed her sister fair. IV Upon a morning fair and clear, She cried upon her sister dear: V ‘O sister, sister, tak my hand, And we’ll see our father’s ships to land.’ VI She’s ta’en her by the lily hand, And led her down to the river-strand. VII The youngest stood upon a stane, The eldest cam and push’d her in. VIII ‘O sister, sister, reach your hand! And ye sall be heir o’ half my land: IX ‘O sister, reach me but your glove! And sweet William sall be your love.’— X ‘Foul fa’ the hand that I should take; It twin’d[204] me o’ my warldis make[205]. XI ‘Your cherry cheeks and your yellow hair Gar’d me gang maiden evermair.’ XII Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam, Until she cam to the miller’s dam. XIII Out then cam the miller’s son, And saw the fair maid soummin’[206] in. XIV ‘O father, father, draw your dam! There’s either a mermaid or a milk-white swan.’ XV The miller hasted and drew his dam, And there he found a drown’d woman. XVI You couldna see her middle sma’, Her gowden girdle was sae braw. XVII You couldna see her lily feet, Her gowden fringes were sae deep. XVIII You couldna see her yellow hair For the strings o’ pearls was twisted there. XIX You couldna see her fingers sma’, Wi’ diamond rings they were cover’d a’. XX And by there cam a harper fine, That harpit to the king at dine. XXI And when he look’d that lady on, He sigh’d and made a heavy moan. XXII He’s made a harp of her breast-bane, Whose sound wad melt a heart of stane. XXIII He’s ta’en three locks o’ her yellow hair, And wi’ them strung his harp sae rare. XXIV He went into her father’s hall, And there was the court assembled all. XXV He laid his harp upon a stane, And straight it began to play by lane[207]. XXVI ‘O yonder sits my father, the King, And yonder sits my mother, the Queen; XXVII ‘And yonder stands my brother Hugh, And by him my William, sweet and true.’ XXVIII But the last tune that the harp play’d then— Binnorie, O Binnorie! Was, ‘Woe to my sister, false Helèn!’ By the bonnie milldams o’ Binnorie.