The Three Sisters - Steeleye Span

I’ll be true unto my love

My love will be true to me

My love will be true to me

I’ll be true unto my love

My love will be true to me

My love will be true to me

There was a king of the North Country

(Bow down, oh, bow down)

There was a king of the North Country

(Bow down, oh, bow down)

There was a king of the North Country

And he had daughters, one, two, three

I’ll be true unto my love

My love’ll be true to me

My love’ll b true to me

To the ldest he gave a beaver hat

(Bow down, oh, bow down)

To the eldest he gave a beaver hat

(Bow down, oh, bow down)

To the eldest he gave a beaver hat

And the youngest, she brought much of that

Yes, I’ll be true unto my love

My love’ll be true to me

My love’ll be true to me

To the youngest he gave a gay, gold chain

(Bow down, oh, bow down)

To the youngest he gave a gay, gold chain

(Bow down, oh, bow down)

To the youngest he gave a gay, gold chain

And the eldest, she brought much the same

Yes, I’ll be true unto my love

My love’ll be true to me

My love’ll be true to me

These sisters were walking along the Firth

(Bow down, oh, bow down)

These sisters were walking along the Firth

(Bow down, oh, bow down)

Oh, these sisters were walking along the Firth

And the eldest pushed the younger in

Yes, I’ll be true unto my love

My love’ll be true to me

My love’ll be true to me

Away she sank, away she swam

(Bow down, oh, bow down)

Away she sank, away she swam

(Bow down, oh, bow down)

Oh, away she sank, away she swam

Until she reached the miller’s dam

Yes, I’ll be true unto my love

My love’ll be true to me

My love’ll be true to me

I’ll be true unto my love

My love will be true to me

My love will be true to me

I’ll be true unto my love

My love will be true to me

My love will be true to me

The miller he took the gay, gold chain

And then he pushed her into the water again

So, the miller was hanged on his high gate

(Bow down, oh, bow down)

Yes, the miller was hanged on his high gate

(Bow down, oh, bow down)

Oh, the miller was hanged on his high gate

For drowning our poor sister, Kate

And I’ll be true unto my love

My love’ll be true to me

My love’ll be true to me

And I’ll be true unto my love

My love’ll be true to me

My love’ll be true to me