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?