Twa Sisters

Two young sisters were walking alone

By the pale muddy waters

Two young sisters were walking alone

By the pale muddy waters of Onion town

When one of them pushed the younger in

Into the cold green water

Pushed her sister and watched her drown

In the cold muddy froth of a river

Well she floated, and she floated down

For pale she was as the water

Floated down till she washed on shore

Of the pale muddy banks of Onion town

With wolves by night and the sun by day

Nothing was left but bones and hair

Bones and hair which are both more fair

Then the pale muddy banks of the river

Lucha's son was deaf and lame

Carried her home, her tiny frame

Father, father i hear her cry

How can that be he said, bones don't cry he said (besides your deaf)

But he thought there must be something to these bones so he...

Made a fiddle out of her breast bone

Made some pegs out of her finger bones

Made a bow out of her leg bone

And from her yellow hair he strung the strings that would have her story sung

Some time later...

One old woman was walking alone

By the pale muddy water

She heard the strings of the sweet fiddle cry

"Cruel sister why have you drowned me?"

Upon the rock the deaf boy played

All the bows of Onion

And into the water the cruel sister ran

But she sank just like any old stone