My sister oh my sister do not die
I feel that I still need you in my world
And Rivington we saw the larks upfly
Anglezarke the reservoir still swirled
Fresh water for old Liverpool’s
I cannot go to Rivington alone
Nor Scotchmans Stump to see birds little bones
Once we lit a fire by a stream.
I’d like to go there now my love my queen.
Sturdy and determined she would climb.
Take the bus to Horwich it’s nearby
We saw ripe elderberries full and fine
In the distance Winter Hill stood high
The highest hill about so high austere
I won’t take you there sweet Eileen dear