Lived a lady by the north sea shore
lay the band tae the bonny broom
two daughters wear the beirn she bore
fa la la la la la la

One she was bright as the sun
so coalblack grew the elder one

knight came right into the ladies door
he travelled far for to be their wore

He courted one ay with gloves and ring
but he loved the other above all things [bad word] sister, sister want you go with me
and see the ship'sail upon the sea

And as they stood on that windy shore
the elder sister pushed the younger off

Two minstrels walking down the north sea strand
they found the maiden afloat at land

they made a harp out of her breast bone
the sound of which would melt heart of stone

They took three locks of her yellow hair
and weeded strings for that harp so rare

All the things played beneath the bone
and surely know, her tears will flow