A farmer there lived in a north country,
and he had daughters one, two, three,
these daughter they walked by the river's brim
the eldest pushed the youngest in
oh, sister, sister, pray land me your hand
and I will give you house and land!
I'll give you neither hand nor glove,
unless you give me your own true love...
( The Bonny Swans, Loreena McKennitt)
