1 O was it eke a pheasant cock, Or eke a pheasant hen, Or was it the bodye of a fair ladye, Come swimming down the stream? 2 O it was not a pheasant cock, Nor eke a pheasant hen, But it was the bodye of a fair ladye Came swimming down the stream. * * * * * * * 3 And what did he do with her fair bodye? Fal the lal the lal laral lody He made it a case for his melodye. Fal, etc. 4 And what did he do with her legs so strong? He made them a stand for his violon. 5 And what did he do with her hair so fine? He made of it strings for his violine. 6 And what did he do with her arms so long? He made them bows for his violon. 7 And what did he do with her nose so thin? He made it a bridge for his violin. 8 And what did he do with her eyes so bright? He made them spectacles to put to his sight. 9 And what did he do with her petty toes? He made them a nosegay to put to his nose. M Taken down from recitation at Old Deir, 1876, by Mrs A.F. Murison. MS., p. 79. 1 There lived twa sisters in yonder ha, Binórie O an Binórie They hadna but ae lad atween them twa, He's the bonnie miller lad o Binórie. 2 It fell oot upon a day, The auldest ane to the youngest did say, At the bonnie mill-dams o Binórie, 3 'O sister, O sister, will ye go to the dams, To hear the blackbird thrashin oer his songs? At the,' etc. 4 'O sister, O sister, will ye go to the dams, To see oor father's fish-boats come safe to dry lan? An the bonnie miller lad o Binorie.' 5 They hadna been an oor at the dams, Till they heard the blackbird thrashin oer his tune, At the, etc. 6 They hadna been an oor at the dams Till they saw their father's fish-boats come safe to dry lan, Bat they sawna the bonnie miller laddie. 7 They stood baith up upon a stane, An the eldest ane dang the youngest in, I the, etc. 8 She swam up, an she swam doon, An she swam back to her sister again, I the, etc. 9 'O sister, O sister, len me your han, An yes be heir to my true love, He's the bonnie miller lad o Binorie.' 10 'It was not for that love at I dang you in, But ye was fair and I was din, And yes droon i the dams o Binorie.' 11 The miller's daughter she cam oot, For water to wash her father's hans, Frae the, etc. 12 'O father, O father, ye will fish your dams, An ye'll get a white fish or a swan, I the,' etc. 13 They fished up and they fished doon, But they got nothing but a droonet woman, I the, etc. 14 Some o them kent by her skin sae fair, But weel kent he by her bonnie yallow hair She's the bonnie miller's lass o Binorie.