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