The Wicked Sister - Méav

A mother lived by the North Sea shore

Daughters were the babes she bore

One grew radiant as the sun

Darkly grew the elder one

A knight came riding to their door

He traveled far to be their wooer

He courted both with gold and rings

But loved the younger o’er all things

«Sister, won’t you walk with me

To watch the ships sail o’er the sea?»

As they walked the rocky shore

The dark one pushed her sister o’er

«Sister, sister, let me live

All that’s mine I’ll surely give»

«Thy bridegroom I will take and more

But thou shalt never come ashore»

Off she floated like a swan

The salt sea bore her body on

You could not see her lily feet

Her golden fringes were so deep

A minstrel walking by the strand

Saw her body float to land

When he looked that lady on

He sighed and made a heavy moan

He made a harp of her breastbone

Whose sound would melt a heart of stone

Took the strands of her bright hair

And with them strung his harp so rare

He brought the harp to the wedding hall

There to play before them all

When they set it on a stone

The harp began to play alone

The strings sang out a dreadful sound

«The bride her younger sister drowned

Now her secret you all know

Her guilty tears will surely flow»