The Two Young Daughters- Bender (MO) 1934 Randolph- D

The Two Young Daughters- Bender (Mo.) 1934 Randolph- Version D

[From Randolph's Ozark Folksongs, Vol. 1, Ballads, 1946, version D.

R. Matteson 2011, 2014]

D. Two Young Daughters- Sung by Mrs. Louise M. Bender, Springfield, Mo., April 20, 1934. Mrs. Bender calls it "The Two Young Daughters."

There was an old woman lived on the sea shore,
Bow down, bow down,
There was an old woman lived on the sea shore,
Bow and balance to me,
There was an old woman lived on the sea shore,
And she had daughters three or four,
I'll be true to my true love, if he'll be true to me.

A young man come a-courting there,
Bow down, bow down,
A young man come a-courting there,
Bow and balance to me,
A young man come a-courting there,
And he made love to the youngest fair,
I'll be true to my true love, if he'll be true to me.

He bought the youngest a fine fur hat,
Bow down, bow down,
He bought the youngest a fine fur hat,
Bow and balance to me,
He bought the youngest a fine fur hat,
The oldest sister she didn't like that,
I'll be true to my true love, if he'll be true to me.

Oh sister, oh sister, let's walk on the shore,
Bow down, bow down,
Oh sister, oh sister, let's walk on the shore,
Bow and balance to me,
Oh sister, oh sister, let's walk on the shore,
And see the ships come sailing o'er,
I'll be true to my true love, if he'll be true to me.

As these two girls walked along the brim,
Bow down, bow down,
As these two girls walked along the brim,
Bow and balance to me,
As these two girls walked along the brim,
The old one pushed the young one in,
I'll be true to my true love, if he'll be true to me.

Oh sister, oh sister, lend me your hand,
Bow down, bow down,
Oh sister, oh sister, lend me your hand,
Bow and balance to me,
Oh sister, oh sister, lend me your hand
And you can have my house and land,
I'll be true to my true love, if he'll be true to me.

I'll neither lend you my hand nor my glove,
Bow down, bow down,
I'll neither lend you my hand nor my glove,
Bow and balance to me,
I'll neither lend you my hand nor my glove,
For all I want is Your own true love,
I'll be true to my true love, if he'll be true to me.

The miller he got his fishing hook,
Bow down, bow down,
The miller he got his fishing hook,
Bow and balance to me.
The miller he got his fishing hook,
And fished the youngest one out of the brook,
I'il be true to my true love, if he'll be true to me.

Oh miller, oh miller, here's five gold rings,
Bow down, bow down,
Oh miller, oh miller, here's five gold rings,
Bow and balance to me,
Oh miller, oh miller, here's five gold rings,
To push the young one in again,
I'll be true to my true love, if he'll be true to me.

The miller was hanged on his old mill gate,
Bow down, bow down,
The miller was hanged on his old mill gate,
Bow and balance to me,
The miller was hanged on his old mill gate,
For drowning of poor sister Kate,
I'll be true to my true love, if he'll be true to me.