Willie's fair and Willie's rare

And Willie's wondrous bonny

And he's promised to take my hand if ever he takes any

Sister dear, I've dreamed a dream

I'm afraid it is of sorrow

I dreamed I saw the heather green in the dowie dens of Yarrow

Sister dear, I'll read your dream

Read in it grief and sorrow

The green it brings misfortune here, and your love is drowned in Yarrow

She sought him up, she sought him down

Ran with the speed and sorrow

She found him 'neath a bush of broom in the dowie dens of Yarrow

Her hair it was five quarters long

The colour, it was yellow

And she tied it to his middle small and pulled him out of Yarrow

My bed it was wide yesterday

Today it shall be narrow

And there's ne'er a man lied by my side since Willie's drowned in Yarrow