From Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 128. There were twa sisters in a bower, _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; And ae king's son hae courted them baith, _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. He courted the youngest wi' broach and ring, 5 _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; He courted the eldest wi' some other thing, _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. It fell ance upon a day, _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_, 10 The eldest to the youngest did say, _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_: "Will ye gae to yon Tweed mill dam," _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_, "And see our father's ships come to land?" 15 _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. They baith stood up upon a stane, _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; The eldest dang the youngest in, _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. 20 She swimmed up, sae did she down, _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; Till she came to the Tweed mill-dam, _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. The miller's servant he came out, 25 _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; And saw the lady floating about, _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. "O master, master, set your mill," _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; 30 "There is a fish, or a milk-white swan," _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. They could not ken her yellow hair, _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; [For] the scales o' gowd that were laid there, 35 _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. They could not ken her fingers sae white, _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; The rings o' gowd they were sae bright, _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. 40 They could not ken her middle sae jimp, _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; The stays o' gowd were so well laced, _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. They could not ken her foot sae fair, 45 _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; The shoes o' gowd they were so rare, _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. Her father's fiddler he came by, _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; 50 Upstarted her ghaist before his eye, _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. "Ye'll take a lock o' my yellow hair," _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; "Ye'll make a string to your fiddle there," 55 _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. "Ye'll take a lith o' my little finger bane," _Hey wi' the gay and the grinding_; "And ye'll make a pin to your fiddle then," _At the bonny, bonny bows o' London_. 60