The Wind and Rain

There were two sisters of County Clare Oh, the wind and rain One was dark and the other was fair Oh, the dreadful wind and rain And they both had the love of the miller's son Oh, the wind and rain But he was fond of the fairer one Oh, the dreadful wind and rain So she pushed her into the river to drown Oh, the wind and rain And watched her as she floated out Oh, the dreadful wind and rain She floated 'til she came to the miller's pond Oh, the wind and rain Dead on the water like a golden swan Oh, the dreadful wind and rain And she came to rest on the riverside Oh, the wind and rain And her bones were washed by the rolling tide Oh, the dreadful wind and rain And along the road came a fiddler fair Oh, the wind and rain And found her bones just lying there Oh, the dreadful wind and rain So he made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone Oh, the wind and rain He made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone Crying, oh, the dreadful wind and rain And he strung his fiddle bow with her long yellow hair Oh, the wind and rain He strung his fiddle bow with her long yellow hair Crying, oh, the dreadful wind and rain And he made a little fiddle of her little breastbone Oh, the wind and rain He made a fiddle of her little breastbone Crying, oh, the dreadful wind and rain The only tune that the fiddle would play Was, oh, the wind and rain The only tune that the fiddle would play Was, oh, the dreadful wind and rain