There were two sisters of county Clare,

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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 millers pond

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dead on the water like a golden swan

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as she came to rest on the riverside

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and her bones were washed by the rolling tide

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and 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 fiddle fiddle of her breast bone

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he made a fiddle fiddle of her breast bone, cried

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but the only tune that the fiddle could play was

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the only tune that the fiddle would play was

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