The Dowie Dens O’Yarrow - Child 214 Ewan MacColl
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There was a lady in the north
I ne'er find her marrow
She was courted by nine gentlemen
And a plooboy lad frae Yarrow
These nine sat drinking at the wine
Sat drinking wine in Yarrow
They made a vow bemongst themselves
To fight for her on Yarrow
As he walked up yon high, high hill
And Doon been the houms o Yarrow
There he saw nine armed men
Come to fight wi’ him on Yarrow
“There's nine o ye, there's ane o me
It’s an unequal marrow
But I'll fecht ye all ane by ane
On the dowie dens o Yarrow.”
And there they few and there he slew
And there he wounded sorely
Till her brother John came in beyond
And pierced his heart most foully
O father dear I dreamed a dream
A dream o' duel and sorrow
I dreamed I was pulling the heather bell
On the Dowie Dens of Yarrow
I ne'er find her marrow
She was courted by nine gentlemen
And a plooboy lad frae Yarrow
These nine sat drinking at the wine
Sat drinking wine in Yarrow
They made a vow bemongst themselves
To fight for her on Yarrow
As he walked up yon high, high hill
And Doon been the houms o Yarrow
There he saw nine armed men
Come to fight wi’ him on Yarrow
“There's nine o ye, there's ane o me
It’s an unequal marrow
But I'll fecht ye all ane by ane
On the dowie dens o Yarrow.”
And there they few and there he slew
And there he wounded sorely
Till her brother John came in beyond
And pierced his heart most foully
O father dear I dreamed a dream
A dream o' duel and sorrow
I dreamed I was pulling the heather bell
On the Dowie Dens of Yarrow
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