Classic Poem

There was an old woman lived on the seashore,
Bow and balance to me.
There was an old woman lived on the seashore,
Her number of daughters one, two, three, four,
And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me.

There was a young man came by to see them,
Bow and balance to me.
There was a young man came by to see them,
And the oldest one got struck on him,
And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me.

He bought the youngest a beaver hat,
And the oldest one got mad at that.

"Oh, sister, oh, sister, let's walk the seashore,
And see the ships as they sail o'er."

While these two sisters were walking the shore,
The oldest pushed the youngest o'er.

"Oh, sister, oh, sister, please lend me your hand,
And you may have Willie and all of his land."

"I never, I never will lend you my hand,
But I'll have Willie and all of his land."

Sometime she sank and sometime she swam,
Until she came to the old mill dam.

The miller he got his fishing hook,
And fished the maiden out of the brook.

"Oh, miller, oh, miller, here's five gold rings,
To push the maiden in again."

The miller received those five gold rings,
Bow and balance to me.
The miller received those five gold rings,
And pushed the maiden in again.
And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me.

The miller was hung at his own mill gate,
Bow and balance to me.
The miller was hung at his own mill gate,
For drowning little sister Kate.
And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me.