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?