Binnorie

There were two sisters sat in a bower;

Binnorie, O Binnorie

There came a knight to be their wooer.

By the bonny mill-dams of Binnorie

He courted the eldest with glove and ring,

Binnorie, O Binnorie

But he loved the youngest above all things.

The eldest she was vexed sore,

Binnorie, O Binnorie…

But if it were sung again, would this tale of the psyche and betrayed love end the same?