It was early one morning in the month of May
Oh the wind and rain
Two lovers went fishing on a hot summer day
Crying, oh the dreadful wind and rain
He said to the lady won't you marry me…
Then my little wife you'll always be…
She said, oh no, that'll never do…
I love you but I can't marry you…
Then he knocked her down and he kicked her around…
He hit her in the head with an awful sound…
Then he threw her into the river to drown…
And watched her as she floated down…
She floated 'til she came to the miller's pond…
Oh father, oh father, there swims a swam…
The miller pushed her out with a fishing hook…
Drew that fair maid from the brook…
Out of the woods came a fiddler fair…
Took thirty strands of her long yellow hair…
And he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair…
Made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair…
And he made a fiddle pegs of her long finger bones…
He made a fiddle pegs of her long finger bones…
And he made a little fiddle of her breast bone…
The sound could melt the heart of stone…
But the only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the wind and rain
The only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the dreadful wind and rain