| There were three sisters in the north
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| Lay the bend to the bonny broom
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| And they lived in their mother’s house
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| And you’ll beguile a lady soon
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| There came a man one evening late
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| Lay the bend…
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| And he came knocking at the gate
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| And you’ll beguile…
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| The eldest sister let him in
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| And locked the door with a silver pin
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| The second sister made his bed
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| And laid soft pillows 'neath his head
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| The youngest sister, fair and bright
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| She lay beside him all through the night
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| And in the morning, come the day
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| She said, «Young man, will you marry me?»
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| And he said, «Yes, I’ll marry thee
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| If you can answer this to me»
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| «What is greener than the grass?
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| And what is smoother than the glass?»
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| «What is louder than a horn?
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| And what is sharper than a thorn?»
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| «What is deeper than the sea?
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| And what is longer than the way?»
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| «Envy's greener than the grass
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| Flattery’s smoother than the glass»
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| «Rumor's louder than a horn
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| Slander’s sharper than a thorn»
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| «Regret is deeper than the sea
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| But love is longer than the way»
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| The eldest sister rang the bell
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| She rang it from the highest hill
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| The second sister made the gown
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| She sewed it of the silk so fine
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| The youngest sister, true and wise
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| They’ve made of her a lovely bride
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| And now fair maids, I bid adieu
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| These parting words I’ll leave with you
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| May you always constant prove
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| Unto the one that you do love |