Jim, the last verse is an add-on from The Douglas Tragedy.

Here is one from Flanders, Vermont; Irish? origin.

Lyr. Add: THE DEWY DENS OF DARROW

Now a father had a young ploughboy,
Whom this lady loved most dearly;
She dressed him as a gallant knight
To fight for her on Darrow
2
Then he went up this high, high hill,
And on the lane so narrow,
And there he saw nine noble knights
On the Dewy Dens of Darrow.
3
"Oh, it's will you try the hunting hound?
Or will you try the arrow?
Or will you try the single sword
On the Dewy Dens of Darrow?"
4
"No, I won't try the hunting hound,
Nor will I try the arrow,
Hut I will try the single sword
On the Dewy dens of Darrow."
5
His sword he drew, three knights he slew
And was fighting with the other,
When her brother sprang from behind a tree,
And they shot him with their arrow.
6
And she went up this high, high hill
And on the lane so narrow,
And there she saw her noble knight
On the Dewy Dens of Darrow.
7
Her hair was about three-quarters long,
And the color being yellow,
She tied it around his waist so strong,
And she carried him home to Darrow.
8
"O daughter, dear, dry up those tears,
And give no more to sorrow,
For tomorrow you'll wed with a handsomer knight
Than the one you lost on Darrow."
9
"O father, dear, you have nine sons,
And you may wed them all tomorrow;
But you'll never find a handsomer knight,
Than the one I lost on Darrow."

Printed in "Ballads Migrant in New England," 235; pp. 255-259, with musical score,
Helen H. Flanders, "Ancient Ballads Traditionally Sung in New England," vol. 3, Ballad 215; Univ. Pennsylvania Press.