Dowie Dens O Yarrow Songtext

Thair lived a lady in the north I ne'er could fin her marrow She wis courtit by nine gentlemen An a ploughboy lad fae Yarrow Late at e'en, drinkin the wine An e'er thae paid the lawin Thae hae made a pact amang thaim aa Tae fecht for her at the dawin She's washed his face, she's kaimed his hair As aft she's dune afore-o She's made him like a knight sae braw Tae fecht for her on Yarrow As he gaed owre yon high, high hill An doun by the holms o Yarrow It's thair he spied nine armed men Come tae fecht wi him on Yarrow "Thair's nine o you an ane o me That's a gey unequal marrow But A'll fecht ye aa, ane by ane On the dowie dens o Yarrow" Three he slew an three thae flew An three he's woundit sairly Til her brither John cam in ayont An woundit him maist foully "Oh faither, dear, A hae dreamed a dream A dream of dule an sorrow A dreamt A wis puin heather bells On the dowie dens o Yarrow" "O dochter, dear, A'll read yer dream A'll read it intae sorrow For yer ain true luve lies pale an wan On the dowie dens o Yarrow" As she gaed owre yon high, high hill An doun by the holms o Yarrow It's thair she spied her ain true luve He wis lyin slain on Yarrow Her hair it bein three-quarters lang The colour o't wis yellow She's tied it roun his middle sae smaa An she bore him doun tae Yarrow "O faither dear, ye've seiven sons Ye may wad thaim aa the morrow For the fairest flouer amang thaim aa Was pued the day on Yarrow"