Two Sisters of Brevard

Two young sisters three years apart
 The elder held the younger's heart
 The bonnie oak sways in the breeze
 And I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
 Last night the younger begin to sing
 Sister, sister, look at this ring
 Bow bow and balance me
 I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
 The two yong sisters then left home
 To walk the shore and climb jetty stones
 Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
 Gossip on the would-be groom
 The elder stood by the younger's side
 And pushed her into the rising tide
 She waited a while twirling her dark hair
 Until she could not see her sister fair
 And the bonnie blonde no longer screamed
 I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
 She picked up shells from the sand
 Dreaming about her sister's man
 "How could she steal his hand
 I'll have him and all his land"
 She worked up tears before the door
 She said her sister ran to the shore
 The family walked into the town
 Search parties formed, but nothing found
 The elder smiled, "boys are born for me"
 I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
 A few months later the miller's son
 Came across some beached, bleached bones
 And thought he heart a whispering
 I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
 He looked down and saw the gleam
 Reflecting off his grandma's ring
 He took his find to the luthier's home
 To craft something from the hairs and bones
 An odd request, but out of love
 The bones, neck and body, and the hair was strung
 The miller's son soon came to see
 I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
 He strummed all night and picked all day
 And listened to what she had to say
 "My dark haired sister pushed me in
 My beloved sister laughed and grinned
 Jealous of my betrothed
 She wanted him all for her own"
 So he took her to the courthouse hall
 And gathered up the judges all
 He placed her high up on a shelf
 It began to play herself
 The same story it did repeat
 I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
 They gathered by the lynching tree
 The whole town had come to see
 And listen to what it had said
 As the dark haired sister boiled in lead
 The miller's son hit his knees
 As held his love as tears streamed
 The building shook as he screamed
 I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me