The English and Scottish Popular Ballads Edited by Francis James Child. |
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The Braes of Yarrow
THE BRAES O YARROW—A
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‘I dreamed a dreary dream this night,That fills my heart wi sorrow;
I dreamed I was pouing the heather green
Upon the braes of Yarrow.
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‘O true-luve mine, stay still and dine,As ye ha done before, O;’
‘O I'll be hame by hours nine,
And frae the braes of Yarrow.’
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I dreamed a dreary dream this night,That fills my heart wi sorrow;
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O frae the braes of Yarrow!
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‘O true-luve mine, stay still and dine,As ye ha done before, O;’
‘O I'll be hame by hours nine,
And frae the braes of Yarrow.’
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‘O are ye going to hawke,’ she says,‘As ye ha done before, O?
Or are ye going to weild your brand,
Upon the braes of Yarrow?’
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‘O I am not going to hawke,’ he says,‘As I have done before, O,
But for to meet your brother Jhon,
Upon the braes of Yarrow.’
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As he gade down yon dowy den,Sorrow went him before, O;
Nine well-wight men lay waiting him,
Upon the braes of Yarrow.
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‘I have your sister to my wife,‘Ye’ think me an unmeet marrow;
But yet one foot will I never flee
Now frae the braes of Yarrow.’
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‘Than’ four he killd and five did wound,That was an unmeet marrow!
‘And he had weel nigh wan the day
Upon the braes of Yarrow.’
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‘Bot’ a cowardly ‘loon’ came him behind,Our Lady lend him sorrow!
And wi a rappier pierced his heart,
And laid him low on Yarrow.
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‘Now Douglas’ to his sister's gane,Wi meikle dule and sorrow:
‘Gae to your luve, sister,’ he says,
‘He's sleeping sound on Yarrow.’
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As she went down yon dowy den,Sorrow went her before, O;
She saw her true-love lying slain
Upon the braes of Yarrow.
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‘She swoond thrice upon his breistThat was her dearest marrow;
Said, Ever alace and wae the day
Thou wentst frae me to Yarrow!’
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She kist his mouth, she kaimed his hair,As she had done before, O;
She ‘wiped’ the blood that trickled doun
Upon the braes of Yarrow.
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Her hair it was three quarters lang,It hang baith side and yellow;
She tied it round ‘her’ white hause-bane,
‘And tint her life on Yarrow.’
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