"O when will ye come hame again?

Dear Willie, tell to me."

“When sun and mune leap on yon hill, And that will never be."

She turn❜d hersel' right round about,

And her heart burst into three: "My ae best son is deid and gane,

And my tother ane I'll ne'er see."

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THE MILLER AND THE KING'S DAUGHTER. See p. 231.

FROM Wit Restor'd, (1658,) reprinted, London, 1817, i. 153. It is there ascribed to "Mr. Smith,” (Dr. James Smith, the author of many of the pieces in that collection,) who may have written it down from tradition, and perhaps added a verse or two. Mr. Rimbault has printed the same piece from a broadside dated 1656, in Notes and Queries, v. 591. A fragment of it is given from recitation at p. 316 of that volume, and a copy quite different from any before published, at p. 102 of vol. vi. Although two or three stanzas are ludicrous, and were probably intended for burlesque, this ballad is by no means to be regarded as a parody.

THERE were two sisters, they went a-playing,
With a hie downe, downe, a downe a;

To see their fathers ships sayling in.

With a hy downe, downe, a downe o.

And when they came into the sea brym,
With, &c.

The elder did push the younger in.
With, &c.

"O sister, O sister, take me by the gowne,

With, &c.

And drawe me up upon the dry ground."

With, &c.

"O sister, O sister, that may not bee,

With, &c.

Till salt and oatmeale grow both of a tree."
With, &c.

Somtymes she sanke, somtymes she swam,
With, &c.

Untill she came unto the mildam.

With, &c.

The miller runne hastily downe the cliffe,
With, &c.

And up
he betook her withouten her life.
With, &c.

What did he doe with her brest bone?
With, &c.

He made him a viall to play thereupon.
With, &c.

What did he doe with her fingers so small?

With, &c.

He made him peggs to his violl withall.
With, &c.

What did he doe with her nose-ridge?
With, &c.

Unto his violl he made him a bridge.
With, &c.

What did he do with her veynes so blewe?
With, &c.

He made him strings to his viole thereto.

With, &c.

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What did he doe with her eyes so bright?

With, &c.

Upon his violl he played at first sight.
With, &c.

What did he doe with her tongue soe rough?

With, &c.

Unto the violl it spake enough.

With, &c.

What did he doe with her two shinnes?

With, &c.

Unto the violl they danct Moll Syms.
With, &c.

Then bespake the treble string,

With, &c.

"O yonder is my father the king." With, &c.

Then bespake the second string,

With, &c.

"O yonder sitts my mother the queen." With, &c.

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And then bespake the stringes all three,
With, &c.

"O yonder is my sister that drowned mee."
With, &c.

Now pay the miller for his payne,

With, &c.

And let him bee gone in the divels name.

With, &c.

THE BONNY BOWS O' LONDON. See p. 231.

From Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii. 128.

THERE were twa sisters in a bower,
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;

And ae king's son hae courted them baith,
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.

He courted the youngest wi' broach and ring,

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Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;

He courted the eldest wi' some other thing,
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.

It fell ance upon a day,

Hey wi' the gay and the grinding, The eldest to the youngest did say,

At the bonny, bonny bows o' London :

"Will ye gae to yon Tweed mill dam,”

Hey wi' the gay and the grinding,

"And see our father's ships come to land?” At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.

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