That's right. Our heroine is standing there weeping and Dad says

O dochter, dochter dinna grieve
Or break your heart wi' sorrow
I'll wad ye on a better man
Than the one you lost in Yarrow

She corrects him, of course, saying,

There never was a better man
Than the one I lost in Yarrow

And, in the version I sing, she goes on to recap the start of the fight, a land-and-cattle war:

Tak a' your ousen, tak a' your kae
For they hae bred our sorrow
I wist they had all gone mad
When first we came to Yarrow.