Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - Bows Of London lyrics

There were two little sisters a-walking alone Hey the gay and the grinding Two little sisters a-walking alone By the bonny bonny bows of London And the eldest pushed her sister in Hey the gay and the grinding Pushed her sister into the stream By the bonny bonny bows of London Oh she pushed her in and she watched her drown Hey the gay and the grinding Watched her body floating down By the bonny bonny bows of London Oh she floated up and she floated down Hey the gay and the grinding Floats till she come to the miller's dam By the bonny bonny bows of London And out and come the miller's son Hey the gay and the grinding Father dear here swims a swan By the bonny bonny bows of London Oh they laid her out on the bank to die Hey the gay and the grinding Fool with a fiddle come a-riding by By the bonny bonny bows of London And he took some strands of her long yellow hair Hey the gay and the grinding Took some strands of her long yellow hair By the bonny bonny bows of London And he made some strings from this yellow hair Hey the gay and the grinding Made some strings from this yellow hair By the bonny bonny bows of London And he made fiddle pegs from her long fingerbone Hey the gay and the grinding Made fiddle pegs from her long fingerbone By the bonny bonny bows of London And he made a fiddle out of her breastbone Hey the gay and the grinding Sound would pierce the heart of a stone By the bonny bonny bows of London But the only tune that the fiddle would play Was oh the bows of London The only tune the fiddle would play Was the bonny bonny bows of London So the fool's gone away to the king's high hall Hey the gay and the grinding There was music dancing and all By the bonny bonny bows of London And he laid this fiddle all down on a stone Hey the gay and the grinding Played so loud it played all alone By the bonny bonny bows of London It sang yonder sits my father the king Hey the gay and the grinding Yonder sits my father the king By the bonny bonny bows of London And yonder sits my mother the queen Hey the gay and the grinding How she'll grieve at my burying By the bonny bonny bows of London And yonder she sits my sister Anne Hey the gay and the grinding She who drownded me in the stream By the bonny bonny bows of London