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DOWIE DENS OF YARROW There lived a lady in the North You could scarcely find her marrow She was courted by nine noble lords And a plooman lad fae Yarrow They nine sat drinking at the wine Sat drinking wine in Yarrow And they've made a vow among themselves For tae fecht for her on Yarrow She's washed his face, she's combed his hair As oft she'd done afore oh She's made him like a noble lord For tae fecht for her on Yarrow As he gaed doon the high, high hill Doon tae the howe o' Yarrow 'Twas there he spied nine armed men Come tae fecht wi' him on Yarrow There's three he slew and three withdrew And three he wounded sairly oh Till her brother John came in fae behind 'And has wounded him most foully "Oh, faither dear, I dreamed a dream I doubt it will bring sorrow I dreamed I pulled the heather green On the dowie dens o' Yarrow" So she gaed doon the high, high hill Doon tae the howe o' Yarrow And there she's found her lover John Lying pale and wan on Yarrow Her hair it was three quarters long The color it was yellow She's wrapped it round his middle sae small And she's bore him up frae Yarrow "Oh faither dear, ye've seven sons Ye may wed them all tomorrow For the fairest floo'r amang them a' Was the lad that I lo'ed on Yarrow Child #214 Roud-13 @courtship @murder sung by Jean Redpath filename[ YARROW1 TUNE FILE: YARROW1 CLICK TO PLAY TUNE FILE: YARROW1.2 CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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