5 'Oh sister, oh sister, oh lend me your hand, And I will give you both houses and land.' 6 'I'll neither give you my hand nor glove, Unless you give me your true love.' 7 Away she sank, away she swam, Until she came to a miller's dam. 8 The miller and daughter stood at the door, And watched her floating down the shore. 9 'Oh father, oh father, I see a white swan, Or else it is a fair woman.' 10 The miller he took up his long crook, And the maiden up from the stream he took. 11 'I'll give to thee this gay gold chain, If you'll take me back to my father again.' 12 The miller he took the gay gold chain, And he pushed her into the water again. 13 The miller was hanged on his high gate For drowning our poor sister Kate. 14 The cat's behind the buttery shelf, If you want any more, you may sing it yourself. S Kinloch MSS, VI, 89, in Kinloch's hand. * * * * * * * 1 'O father, father, swims a swan,' This story I'll vent to thee 'O father, father, swims a swan, Unless it be some dead woman.' I'll prove true to my true love, If my love prove true to me 2 The miller he held out his long fish hook, And hooked this fair maid from the brook. 3 She offered the miller a gold ring stane To throw her into the river again. 4 Down she sunk, and away she swam, Until she came to her father's brook. 5 The miller was hung at his mill-gate, For drowning of my sister Kate. T Allingham's Ballad Book, p. xxxiii. From Ireland. 'Sister, dear sister, where shall we go play?' Cold blows the wind, and the wind blows low 'We shall go to the salt sea's brim.' And the wind blows cheerily around us, high ho U Communicated by Mr W.W. Newell, as repeated by an ignorant woman in her dotage, who learned it at Huntington, Long Island, N.Y. 1 There was a man lived in the mist, Bow down, bow down He loved his youngest daughter best. The bow is bent to me, So you be true to your own true love, And I'll be true to thee. 2 These two sisters went out to swim; The oldest pushed the youngest in. 3 First she sank and then she swam, First she sank and then she swam. 4 The miller, with his rake and hook, He caught her by the petticoat. * * * * * * * * * * * * #A. b.# 1^1, went a-playing. _Burden^2._ a downe-o. #c.# 1^1. went a-playing. _Burden^{1,2}._ With a hey down, down, a down, down-a. 4^2. Till oat-meal and salt grow both on a tree. 6^1. ran hastily down the clift. 6^2. And up he took her without any life. 13^2. Moll Symns. 14^1, 15^1. Then he bespake.