Two young sisters were walking alone
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By the pale muddy waters
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Two young sisters were walking alone
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By the pale muddy waters of Onion town
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When one of them pushed the younger in
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Into the cold green water
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Pushed her sister and watched her drown
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In the cold muddy froth of a river
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Well she floated, and she floated down
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For pale she was as the water
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Floated down till she washed on shore
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Of the pale muddy banks of Onion town
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With wolves by night and the sun by day
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Nothing was left but bones and hair
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Bones and hair which are both more fair
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Then the pale muddy banks of the river
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Lucha's son was deaf and lame
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Carried her home, her tiny frame
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Father, father i hear her cry
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How can that be he said, bones don't cry he said (besides your deaf)
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But he thought there must be something to these bones so he...
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Made a fiddle out of her breast bone
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Made some pegs out of her finger bones
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Made a bow out of her leg bone
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And from her yellow hair he strung the strings that would have her story sung
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Some time later...
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One old woman was walking alone
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By the pale muddy water
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She heard the strings of the sweet fiddle cry
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"Cruel sister why have you drowned me?"
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Upon the rock the deaf boy played
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All the bows of Onion
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And into the water the cruel sister ran
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But she sank just like any old stone
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Twa Sisters
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| Andrew Bird |
