title: The Old Lord By The Northern Seakey: Folkharp type: Chromaticgenre: Fskill: AnyTrad. folkMiss Doanie FugateKey: FTime: 6/8 1 1 -2 -2 -2There lived an old lord3 -3 3 2 1 2 1by the north-ern sea, Bow down.1 1 -2 -2 -2There lived an old lord3 -3 3 2 1by the north-ern sea,3 -3* -3* 3 -3 -3* 4The boughs they bend to me,-3 4 4 4 4There lived an old lord-3* -3 -5 -5 4by the north-ern sea,-3* -3 -2 -2 3 -3and he had daugh-ters,3 2 1one, two, three.1 -1 2 -2 3 -3 -3* 4That will be true, true to my love,3 -3 -3* -3 3 -2 3 2 -2Love and my love will be true to me.A young man come a courting there,Bow down, bow down.A young man come a courting there,The boughs they bend to me,A young man come a courting there,He did choose the youngest fair.I will be true, true to my love,If my love will be true to me.He gave to her a gay gold ring,And to her sister nary a thing.“O sister, let us go walking out,To see the ships as they sail about.”They walked along the ocean’s rim.The dark one pushed the fair one in.“O sister, sister, lend your hand,And you’ll have my share of father’s land.”“O sister, sister, lend your glove,And you may have my own true love.”“I’ll lend you neither hand nor glove,And I’ll have your land and your true love.”She bent her breast and away she swamUntil she floated up on the miller’s dam.He robbed her of her gay gold ring,And pushed her back in the sea again.The miller was hung for what he take,And the wicked sister was burned at the stake.