"O father, father, draw your dam! Binnorie, O Binnorie; For there is a lady or milk-white swan," By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
The miller hasted and drew his dam, Binnorie, O Binnorie; And there he found a drown'd woman, By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
Ye couldna see her yellow hair, Birmorie, O Binnorie; For gowd and pearls that were sae rare; By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
Ye couldna see her middle sma', Binnorie, O Binnorie; Her gowden girdle was sae braw, By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
Ye couldna see her lilie feet, Binnorie, O Binnorie; Her gowden fringes were sae deep, By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
"Sair will they be, whae'er they be, Binnorie, O Binnorie; The hearts that live to weep for thee!" By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
There cam' a harper passing by, Binnorie, O Binnorie; The sweet pale face he chanced to spy, By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
And when he looked that lady on, Binnorie, O Binnorie; He sighed and made a heavy moan, By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
He has ta'en three locks o' her yellow hair, Binnorie, O Binnorie; And wi' them strung his harp sae rare, By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
He brought the harp to her father's hall; Binnorie, O Binnorie; And there was the court assembled all; By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
He set the harp upon a stane, Binnorie, O Binnorie; And it began to play alane, By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
And sune the harp sang loud and clear, Binnorie, O Binnorie! "Farewell, my father and mither dear!" By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
And neist when the harp began to sing, Binnorie, O Binnorie! 'Twas "Farewell, sweetheart!" said the string, By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
And then as plain as plain could be, Binnorie, O Binnorie! "There sits my sister wha drowned me!" By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
"O, where hae ye been, my lang-lost love, This lang seven years an' more?" "O, I'm come to seek my former vows Ye granted me before."
"O, haud your tongue o' your former vows, For they'll breed bitter strife; O, haud your tongue o' your former vows, For I am become a wife."
He turned him right an' round about, And the tear blinded his e'e; "I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground If it hadna been for thee.