Yarrow

Lyrics for Yarrow

There was a lady from the North You'd scarce would find her merruh She was courted by nine gentlemen And a ploughboy lad from Yarrow These nine sat drinking at the wine As they have done beforeuh And they made a vow among themselves To fight with him on Yarrow She's combed his hair, she's washed his face As she has done beforeuh Gave him a brand down by his side To fight for her on Yarrow Now it's three he's wounded and three withdrew And three he's killed on Yaruh Till her brother John stepped in behind And pierced his body through "Father, dear father, I dreamed a dream I fear it will prove sorrow I dreamed I was bold and had the bounce On the dowey dens of Yarrow"