Yarrow

There was a lady in the north

I ne'er could find her marrow

She was courted by nine gentlemen

And a poor plough boy frae Yarrow

These nine sat drinkin' at the wine

Sat drinkin' wine in Yarrow

They made a vow amongst themselves

They would fight for her in Yarrow

As he walked down yon high, high hill

And down the halls of Yarrow

There he spied nine armed men

Come to fight with him in Yarrow

And there they flew, and there he slew

And there he wounded sorely

'Til her brother John came in beyond

And wounded him most foully

"O Father dear, I dreamed a dream

A dream of tears and sorrow

I dreamed I was pullin' the heather bell

On the doughy dens of Yarrow"

As she walked down yon high, high hill

And down the hills of Yarrow

There she spied her lover, Don

Lyin' pale and wan on Yarrow

Her hair it bein' three yards long

What color, it was yellow

She's wrapped it 'round his middle so small

And she bore him down to Yarrow

“O Faither dear, you've seven sons

You may wed them all tomorrow

For the fairest flower among them all

Was the lad I loved on Yarrow"