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"