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Wind and Rain

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There were two sisters of county Clair
Oh, the wind and rain
One was dark and the other was fair
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain

And they both had a love of the miller’s son
But he was fond of the fairer one

So she pushed her into the river to drown
And watched her as she floated down

And she floated till she came to the miller’s pond
Dead on the water like a golden swan

As she came to rest on the riverside
And her bones were washed by the rolling tide

And along the road came a fiddler fair
And found her bones just a lying there, cried

So he made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone
He a made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone, crying

And he strung his fiddle bow with her long yellow hair
He strung his fiddle bow with her long yellow hair, cried

And he made a fiddle, fiddle of her breast bone
He made a fiddle, fiddle of her breast bone, cried

But the only tune that the fiddle could play was
The only tune that the fiddle would play was

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