Here are the Bothy Band lyrics from their lyrics insert in my 'Afterhours' LP (in the LP times there was room enough for lyrics). Same song, of course, but different enough for posting. I must say, the original story is hardly understandable in the Bothy band version.

Wolfgang

THE HEATHERY HILLS OF YARROW

It's three drew and three slew,
And three lay deadly wounded,
When her brother John stepped in between,
And stuck his knife right through him.

As she went up yon high high hill,
And down through yonder valley,
Her brother John came down the glen,
Returning home from Yarrow.

Oh brother dear I dreamt last night
I'm afraid it will bring sorrow,
I dreamt that you were spilling blood,
On the dewy dens of Yarrow.

Oh sister dear I read your dream,
I'm afraid it will bring sorrow,
For your true love John lies dead and gone
On the heathery hills of Yarrow.

This fair maid's hair being three quarters long,
And the colour it was yellow,
She tied it round his middle waist,
And she carried him home from Yarrow.

Oh father dear you've got seven sons,
You can wed them all tomorrow,
But a flower like my true love John,
Will never bloom in Yarrow.

This fair maid she being tall and slim,
The fairest maid in Yarrow,
She laid her head on her father's arm,
And she died through grief and sorrow.