A mother lived by the North Sea shore
Daughters were the babes she bore
One grew radiant as the sun
Darkly grew the elder one
A knight came riding to their door
He travelled far to be their wooer
He courted both with gold and rings
But loved the younger o'er all things
"Sister, won't you walk with me
To watch the ships sail o'er the sea?"
As they walked the rocky shore
The dark one pushed her sister o'er
"Sister, sister, let me live
All that's mine I'll surely give"
"Thy bridegroom I will take and more
But thou shalt never come ashore"
Off she floated like a swan
The salt sea bore her body on
You could not see her lily feet
Her golden fringes were so deep
A minstrel walking by the strand
Saw her body float to land
When he looked that lady on
He sighed and made a heavy moan
He made a harp of her breastbone
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone
Took the strands of her bright hair
And with them strung his harp so rare
He brought the harp to the wedding hall
There to play before them all
When they set it on a stone
The harp began to play alone
The strings sang out a dreadful sound
"The bride her younger sister drowned
Now her secret you all know
Her guilty tears will surely flow"
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