Two Sisters

Two young sisters were walking alone
 By the pale muddy waters
 Two young sisters were walking alone
 By the the pale muddy waters of Onion Town
 When one of them pushed the younger in
 Into the cold green water
 Pushed her sister and watched her drown
 In the cold muddy froth of the river
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 She floated up and she floated down
 And pale she was as the water
 Floated down and she washed on shore
 On the pale muddy banks of Onion Town
 With wolves by night and the sun by day
 Nothing was left but bones and hair
 Bones and hair which are both more fair
 Than the pale muddy banks of the river
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 Luka's son was deaf and lame
 Carried her home, her tiny frame
 "Father, father, I hear her cry"
 "How can that be?" he said
 "Bones don't cry," he said
 "Besides you're deaf"
 But he thought there must something to these bones
 So he made a fiddle out of her breast bone
 Made some pegs out of her finger bones
 Made a bow out of her leg bone
 And from her yellow hair he strung
 The strings that would have her story sung
 And sometime later
 One old women was walking alone
 By the pale muddy waters
 She heard the strings of the sweet fiddle cry
 "Cruel sister, why have you drowned me?"
 Well upon a rock the deaf boy played
 Oh, the bows of onion
 And into the water the cruel sister ran
 But she sank just like any old stone