The farmer, he lived by the Northern Sea,
Bow wee down,
The farmer, he lived by the Northern Sea,
Bow and balance to me,
The farmer, he lived by the Northern Sea,
And he had daughters one two and three,
But Ill be true to my love,
If my love will be true to me.
A young man he came a courting there...
And he made the choice of the youngest fair...
He bought the youngest a beaver hat...
The oldest sister didn't like that...
As they walked down by the water's brim...
The oldest she pushed the youngest in...
But Ill be true to my love,
If my love will be true to me.
I'll be true to my,
I'll be true to my love. (x4)]
Oh Sister, oh sister lend me your hand...
And you can have my house and my land...
She floated on down to the miller's dam...
The miller he pulled her back to dry land...
And off of her fingers' took five gold rings...
Then into the water plunged her again...
But Ill be true to my love,
If my love will be true to me.
I'll be true to my,
I'll be true to my love. (x6)]
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