There were two sisters of county Clair. Oh, the wind and rain. One was dark and the other was fair. Oh, the dreadful wind and rain. . And they both had a love of the miller's son.
I kissed you 'cause I've never been an angel. I learned to say hosannas on my knees. But they threw me out of Sunday school when I was nine. And the sisters said I did just as I pleased.