A mother lived by the North Sea shore Daughters were the babes she bore One grew radiant as the sun Darkly grew the elder one A knight came riding to their door He travelled far to be their wooer He courted both with gold and rings But loved the younger o'er all things "Sister, won't you walk with me To watch the ships sail o'er the sea?" As they walked the rocky shore The dark one pushed her sister o'er "Sister, sister, let me live All that's mine I'll surely give" "Thy bridegroom I will take and more But thou shalt never come ashore" Off she floated like a swan The salt sea bore her body on You could not see her lily feet Her golden fringes were so deep A minstrel walking by the strand Saw her body float to land When he looked that lady on He sighed and made a heavy moan He made a harp of her breastbone Whose sound would melt a heart of stone Took the strands of her bright hair And with them strung his harp so rare He brought the harp to the wedding hall There to play before them all When they set it on a stone The harp began to play alone The strings sang out a dreadful sound "The bride her younger sister drowned Now her secret you all know Her guilty tears will surely flow" 1