There were two sisters of county Clair
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One was dark and the other was fair
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And they both had a love of the miller's son
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But he was fond of the fairer one
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So she pushed her into the river to drown
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And watched her as she floated down
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And she floated till she came to the miller's pond
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Dead on the water like a golden swan
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And she floted till she came to the riverside
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And her bones were washed by the rolling tide
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Then along the road came a fiddler fair
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And found her bones just a lying there, cried
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So he made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone
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He a made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone, crying
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And he strung his fiddle bow with her long yeller hair
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He strung his fiddle bow with her long yeller hair, cried
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And he made a fine fiddle of her breast bone
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He made a fine fiddle of her breast bone, cried
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But the only tune that the fiddle would play was
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The only tune that the fiddle would play was
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