Once upon a time

There lived a lady on the North Sea shore
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
She had two daughters that she adored
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The youngest daughter born to sweet delight
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
The eldest daughter born to greed and spite
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A knight came for the fairest in the land
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
He was promised the young girl's hand
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Grimmest envy in the elder grew
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
She planned to steal her sister's lover true
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"Oh darling sister won't you come with me"
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
"To watch the swans swimming in the sea?"
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On the rocks were the mermaids sing
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
The elder sister pushed the younger in
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"Oh cruel sister, please let me live"
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
"And all that's mine to you I'll give"
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"I'll take your true love and I'll take more"
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
"For I will never let you come ashore"
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The fair girl drowned beneath the North Sea foam
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
Her broken body washed upon the stones
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Three witches found her in the dead of night
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
And wove a spell to put her soul at right
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They made a harp out of her skin and bone
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
The tuning pegs made from her finger bones
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They took nine locks of her golden hair
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And with them strung the harp so rare
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The took the harp on to her mother's hall
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
And set it down to play before them all
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The harp of Death began to play alone
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
The sweetest song to melt a heart of stone
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Golden strings rang out a truthful sound
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
The elder sister has the younger drowned
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Strings of sorrow made of golden curls
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
wreak their vengeance on the black-haired girl
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The song ends here dark and low
Lay te bent to the Bonnie broom
And surely now her blood will flow
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