There were two sisters of County Clare,
Oh, the wind and the rain;
One was dark and the other was fair,
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain.
Johnny gave the dark one a gay, golden ring,
Oh, the wind and the rain;
He didn’t give the other one anything, crying,
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain.
Then he pushed her into the river to drown,
Oh, the wind and the rain;
And watched her as she floated down,
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain.
And she floated till she came to the miller’s pond,
Oh, the wind and the 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 the rain;
And her bones were washed by the rolling tide,
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain.
Down the road come a fiddler fair,
Oh, the wind and the rain;
And found her bones just a-lying there, cried
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain.
So he strung his fiddle bow with her long yellow hair,
Oh, the wind and the rain;
He strung his fiddle bow with her long yellow hair, crying
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain.
And he made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones,
Oh, the wind and the rain;
He made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones, crying
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain.
And he made a chin rest of her little breast bone,
Oh, the wind and the rain;
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone,
Oh, the dreadful wind and rain.
But the only tune that the fiddle could play was
Oh, the wind and the rain;
The only tune that the fiddle would play was
“Oh, the Dreadful Wind and Rain”.

(Traditional - from an ancient English ballad)