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The Dowie Downs o Yarrow
THE BRAES O YARROW—C
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Motherwell's MS., pp. 334, 331, from the recitation of Agnes Lile, Kilbarchan, July 19, 1825; learned from her father, who died fourteen years earlier, at the age of eighty.
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There were three lords birling at the wineOn the dowie downs o Yarrow;
They made a compact them between
They would go fight tomorrow.
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‘Thou took our sister to be thy bride,And thou neer thocht her thy marrow;
Thou stealed her frae her daddie's back,
When she was the rose o Yarrow.’
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‘Yes, I took your sister to be my bride,And I made her my marrow;
I stealed her frae her daddie's back,
And she's still the rose o Yarrow.’
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He is hame to his lady gane,As he had dune before! O;
Says, Madam, I must go and fight
On the dowie downs o Yarrow.
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‘Stay at hame, my lord,’ she said,‘For that will cause much sorrow;
For my brethren three they will slay thee,
On the dowie downs o Yarrow.’
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‘Hold your tongue, my lady fair,For what needs a' this sorrow?
For I'll be hame gin the clock strikes nine,
From the dowie downs o Yarrow.’
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She wush his face, she kamed his hair,As she had dune before, O;
She dressed him up in his armour clear,
Sent him furth to fight on Yarrow.
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‘Come you here to hawk or hound,Or drink the wine that's so clear, O?
Or come you here to eat in your words,
That you're not the rose o Yarrow?’
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‘I came not here to hawk or hound,Nor to drink the wine that's so clear, O;
Nor I came not here to eat in my words,
For I'm still the rose o Yarrow.’
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Then they a' begoud to fight,I wad they focht richt sore, O,
Till a cowardly man came behind his back,
And pierced his body thorough.
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‘Gae hame, gae hame, it's my man John,As ye have done before, O,
And tell it to my gay lady
That I soundly sleep on Yarrow.’
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His man John he has gane hame,As he had dune before, O,
And told it to his gay lady,
That he soundly slept on Yarrow.
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‘I dreamd a dream now since the streen,God keep us a' frae sorrow!
That my lord and I was pu'ing the heather green
From the dowie downs o Yarrow.’
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Sometimes she rade, sometimes she gaed,As she had dune before, O,
And aye between she fell in a soune,
Lang or she cam to Yarrow.
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Her hair it was five quarters lang,'Twas like the gold for yellow;
She twisted it round his milk-white hand,
And she's drawn him hame from Yarrow.
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Out and spak her father dear,Says, What needs a' this sorrow?
For I'll get you a far better lord
Than ever died on Yarrow.
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‘O hold your tongue, father,’ she said,‘For ye've bred a' my sorrow;
For that rose'll neer spring sae sweet in May
As that rose I lost on Yarrow.’
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