Unto his violl he made him a bridge.

_With_, &c.

What did he do with her veynes so blewe?

_With_, &c.

He made him strings to his viole thereto. 20 _With_, &c.

What did he doe with her eyes so bright?

_With_, &c.

Upon his violl he played at first sight.

_With_, &c.

What did he doe with her tongue soe rough?

_With_, &c.

Unto the violl it spake enough.

_With_, &c.

What did he doe with her two shinnes? 25 _With_, &c.

Unto the violl they danct Moll Syms.

_With_, &c.

Then bespake the treble string, _With_, &c.

"O yonder is my father the king."

_With_, &c.

Then bespake the second string, _With_, &c.

"O yonder sitts my mother the queen." 30 _With_, &c.

And then bespake the stringes all three, _With_, &c.

"O yonder is my sister that drowned mee."

_With_, &c.

Now pay the miller for his payne, _With_, &c.

And let him bee gone in the divels name.

_With_, &c.

THE BONNY BOWS O" LONDON. See p. 231.

From Buchan"s _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 128.

There were twa sisters in a bower, _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; And ae king"s son hae courted them baith, _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

He courted the youngest wi" broach and ring, 5 _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; He courted the eldest wi" some other thing, _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

It fell ance upon a day, _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_, 10 The eldest to the youngest did say, _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_:

"Will ye gae to yon Tweed mill dam,"

_Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_, "And see our father"s ships come to land?" 15 _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

They baith stood up upon a stane, _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; The eldest dang the youngest in, _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_. 20

She swimmed up, sae did she down, _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; Till she came to the Tweed mill-dam, _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

The miller"s servant he came out, 25 _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; And saw the lady floating about, _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

"O master, master, set your mill,"

_Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; 30 "There is a fish, or a milk-white swan,"

_At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

They could not ken her yellow hair, _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; [For] the scales o" gowd that were laid there, 35 _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

They could not ken her fingers sae white, _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; The rings o" gowd they were sae bright, _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_. 40

They could not ken her middle sae jimp, _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; The stays o" gowd were so well laced, _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

They could not ken her foot sae fair, 45 _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; The shoes o" gowd they were so rare, _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

Her father"s fiddler he came by, _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; 50 Upstarted her ghaist before his eye, _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

"Ye"ll take a lock o" my yellow hair,"

_Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; "Ye"ll make a string to your fiddle there," 55 _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

"Ye"ll take a lith o" my little finger bane,"

_Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; "And ye"ll make a pin to your fiddle then,"

_At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_. 60

He"s ta"en a lock o" her yellow hair, _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; And made a string to his fiddle there, _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

He"s taen a lith o" her little finger bane, 65 _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; And he"s made a pin to his fiddle then, _At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

The firstand spring the fiddle did play, _Hey wi" the gay and the grinding_; 70 Said, "Ye"ll drown my sister, as she"s dune me."

_At the bonny, bonny bows o" London_.

I.

THE CROODLIN DOO. See _Lord Donald_, p. 244.

From Chambers"s _Scottish Ballads_, p. 324. Other copies in _The Scot"s Musical Museum_, (1853,) vol. iv. 364*, and Buchan"s _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 179.

"O whaur hae ye been a" the day, My little wee croodlin doo?"

"O I"ve been at my grandmother"s; Mak my bed, mammie, noo."

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