{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch214.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch214.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch214.htm","text":"214A.1 \u2018I dreamed a dreary dream this night,\nThat fills my heart wi sorrow;\nI dreamed I was pouing the heather green\nUpon the braes of Yarrow.\n214A.2 \u2018O true-love mine, stay still and dine,\nAs ye ha done before, O;\u2019\n\u2018O I\u2019ll be hame by hours nine,\nAnd frae the braes of Yarrow.\u2019\n214A.3 I dreamed a dreary dream this night,\nThat fills my heart wi sorrow;\nI dreamed my luve came headless hame,\nO frae the braes of Yarrow!\n214A.4 \u2018O true-luve mine, stay still and dine,\nAs ye ha done before, O;\u2019\n\u2018O I\u2019ll be hame by hours nine,\nAnd frae the braes of Yarrow.\u2019\n214A.5 \u2018O are ye going to hawke,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018As ye ha done before, O?\nOr are ye going to weild your brand,\nUpon the braes of Yarrow?\u2019\n214A.6 \u2018O I am not going to hawke,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018As I have done before, O,\nBut for to meet your brother Jhon,\nUpon the braes of Yarrow,\n214A.7 As he gade down yon dowy den,\nSorrow went him before, O;\nNine well-wight men lay waiting him,\nUpon the braes of Yarrow.\n214A.8 \u2018I have your sister to my wife,\n\u2018Ye\u2019 think me an unmeet marrow;\nBut yet one foot will I never flee\nNow frae the braes of Yarrow.\u2019\n214A.9 \u2018Than\u2019 four he killd and five did wound,\nThat was an unmeet marrow!\n\u2018And he had weel nigh wan the day\nUpon the braes of Yarrow.\u2019\n214A.10 \u2018Bot\u2019 a cowardly \u2019loon\u2019 came him behind,\nOur Lady lend him sorrow!\nAnd wi a rappier pierced his heart,\nAnd laid him low on Yarrow.\n214A.11 \u2018Now Douglas\u2019 to his sister\u2019s gane,\nWi meikle dule and sorrow:\n\u2018Gae to your luve, sister,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018He\u2019s sleeping sound on Yarrow.\u2019\n214A.12 As she went down yon dowy den,\nSorrow went her before, O;\nShe saw her true-love lying slain\nUpon the braes of Yarrow.\n214A.13 \u2018She swoond thrice upon his breist\nThat was her dearest marrow;\nSaid, Ever alace and wae the day\nThou wentst frae me to Yarrow!\u2019\n214A.14 She kist his mouth, she kaimed his hair,\nAs she had done before, O ;\nShe \u2019wiped\u2019 the blood that trickled doun\nUpon the braes of Yarrow.\n214A.15 Her hair it was three quarters lang,\nIt hang baith side and yellow;\nShe tied it round \u2019Her\u2019 white hause-bane,\n\u2018And tint her life on Yarrow.\u2019\n214B: The Braes o Yarrow\n214B.1 THREE lords sat drinking at the wine\nI the bonny braes o Yarrow,\nAn there cam a dispute them between,\nWho was the Flower o Yarrow.\n214B.2 \u2018I\u2019m wedded to your sister dear,\nYe coont nae me your marrow;\nI stole her fae her father\u2019s back,\nAn made her the Flower o Yarrow.\u2019\n214B.3 \u2018Will ye try hearts, or will ye try hans,\nI the bonnie braes o Yarrow?\nOr will ye try the weel airmt sword,\nI the bonnie braes o Yarrow?\u2019\n214B.4 \u2018I winna try hearts, I winna try hans,\nI the bonnie braes o Yarrow,\nBut I will try the weel airmt sword,\nI the bonnie braes o Yarrow.\u2019\n214B.5 \u2018Ye\u2019ll stay at home, my own good lord,\nYe\u2019ll stay at home tomorrow;\nMy brethren three they will slay thee,\nI the bonnie braes o Yarrow.\u2019\n214B.6 \u2018Bonnie, bonnie shines the sun,\nAn early sings the sparrow;\nBefore the clock it will strinke nine\nAn I\u2019ll be home tomorrow.\u2019\n214B.7 She\u2019s kissed his mouth, an combed his hair,\nAs she had done before, O;\nShe\u2019s dressed him in his noble bow,\nAn he\u2019s awa to Yarrow.\n214B.8 As he gaed up yon high, high hill,\nAn doon the dens o Yarrow,\nAn there he spied ten weel airmt men\nI the bonnie braes o Yarrow.\n214B.9 It\u2019s five he wounded, an five he slew,\nI the bonnie braes o Yarrow;\nThere cam a squire out o the bush,\nAn pierced his body thorough.\n214B.10 \u2018I dreamed a dream now sin the streen,\nGod keep us a\u2019 fae sorrow!\nThat my good lord was sleepin soun\nI the bonnie braes o Yarrow.\u2019\n214B.11 \u2018O hold your tongue, my daughter dear,\nAn tak it not in sorrow;\nI\u2019ll wed you wi as good a lord\nAs you\u2019ve lost this day in Yarrow.\u2019\n214B.12 \u2018O haud your tongue, my father dear,\nAn wed your sons wi sorrow;\nFor a fairer flower neer sprang in May nor June\nNor I\u2019ve lost this day in Yarrow.\u2019\n214B.13 Fast did she gang, fast did she rin,\nUntil she cam to Yarrow,\nAn there she fan her own good lord,\nHe was sleepin soun in Yarrow.\n214B.14 She\u2019s taen three lachters o her hair,\nThat hung doon her side sae bonny,\nAn she\u2019s tied roon his middle tight,\nAn she\u2019s carried him hame frae Yarrow.\n214B.15 This lady being big wi child,\nShe was fu a grief an sorrow;\nHer heart did break, and then she died,\nShe did not live till morrow.\n214C: The Braes o Yarrow\n214C.1 THERE were three lords birling at the wine\nOn the dowie downs o Yarrow;\nThey made a compact them between\nThey would go fight tomorrow.\n214C.2 \u2018Thou took our sister to be thy bride,\nAnd thou neer thocht her thy marrow;\nThou stealed her frae her daddie\u2019s back,\nWhen she was the rose o Yarrow.\u2019\n214C.3 \u2018Yes, I took thy sister to be my bride,\nAnd I made her my marrow;\nI stealed her frae her daddie\u2019s back,\nAnd she\u2019s still the rose o Yarrow.\u2019\n214C.4 He is hame to his lady gane,\nAs he had done before! O;\nSays, Madam. I must go and fight\nOn the dowie downs o Yarrow.\n214C.5 \u2018Stay at hame, my lord,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018For that will cause much sorrow;\nFor my brethren three they will slay thee,\nOn the dowie downs o Yarrow.\u2019\n214C.6 \u2018Hold your tongue, my lady fair,\nFor what needs a\u2019 this sorrow?\nFor I\u2019ll be hame gin the clock strikes nine,\nFrom the dowie downs o Yarrow.\u2019\n214C.7 She wush his face, she kamed his hair,\nAs she had dune before, O;\nShe dressed him up in his armour clear,\nSent him furth to fight on Yarrow.\n214C.8 \u2018Come you here to hawk or hound,\nOr drink the wine that\u2019s so clear, O?\nOr come you here to eat in your words,\nThat you\u2019re not the rose o Yarrow?\u2019\n214C.9 \u2018I came not here to hawk or hound,\nNor to drink the wine that\u2019s so clear, O;\nNor I came not here to eat in my words,\nFor I\u2019m still the rose o Yarrow.\u2019\n214C.10 Then they a\u2019 begoud to fight,\nI wad they focht richt sore, O,\nTill a cowardly man came behind his back,\nAnd pierced his body thorough.\n214C.11 \u2018Gae hame, gae hame, it\u2019s my man John,\nAs ye have done before, O,\nAnd tell it to my gay lady\nThat I soundly sleep on Yarrow.\u2019\n214C.12 His man John he has gane hame,\nAs he had dune before, O,\nAnd told it to his gay lady,\nThat he soundly slept on Yarrow.\n214C.13 \u2018I dreamd a dream now since the streen,\nGod keep us a\u2019 frae sorrow!\nThat my lord and I was pu\u2019ing the heather green\nFrom the dowie downs o Yarrow.\u2019\n214C.14 Sometimes she rade, sometimes she gaed,\nAs she had dune before, O,\nAnd aye between she fell in a soune,\nLang or she cam to Yarrow.\n214C.15 Her hair it was five quarters lang,\n\u2019Twas like the gold for yellow;\nShe twisted it round his milk-white hand,\nAnd she\u2019s drawn him hame from Yarrow.\n214C.16 Out and spak her father dear,\nSays, What needs a\u2019 this sorrow?\nFor I\u2019ll get you a far better lord\nThan ever died on Yarrow.\n214C.17 \u2018O hold your tongue, father,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018For ye\u2019ve bred a\u2019 my sorrow;\nFor that rose\u2019ll neer spring sae sweet in May\nAs that rose I lost on Yarrow.\u2019\n214D: The Braes o Yarrow\n214D.1 THERE were three lords drinking of wine\nOn the bonny braes of Yarrow;\nThere fell a combat them between,\nWha was the rose of Yarrow.\n214D.2 Up then spak a noble lord,\nAnd I wot it was bot sorrow:\n\u2018I have as fair a flower,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018As ever sprang on Yarrow.\u2019\n214D.3 Then he went hame to his ain house,\nFor to sleep or the morrow,\nBut the first sound the trumpet gae\nWas, Mount and haste to Yarrow.\n214D.4 \u2018Oh stay at hame,\u2019 his lady said,\n\u2018Oh stay untill the morrow,\nAnd I will mount upon a steed,\nAnd ride with you to Yarrow.\u2019\n214D.5 \u2018Oh hawd your tongue, my dear,\u2019 said he,\n\u2018And talk not of the morrow;\nThis day I have to fight again,\nIn the dowy deans of Yarrow.\u2019\n214D.6 As he went up yon high, high hill,\nDown the dowy deans of Yarrow,\nThere he spy\u2019d ten weel armd men,\nThere was nane o them his marrow.\n214D.7 Five he wounded and five he slew,\nIn the dowy deans of Yarrow,\nBut an English-man out of a bush\nShot at him a lang sharp arrow.\n214D.8 \u2018Ye may gang hame, my brethren three,\nYe may gang hame with sorrow,\nAnd say this to my fair lady,\nI am sleeping sound on Yarrow.\u2019\n214D.9 \u2018Sister, sister, I dreamt a dream-+--+-\nYou read a dream to gude, O!\nThat I was puing the heather green\nOn the bonny braes of Yarrow.\u2019\n214D.10 \u2018Sister, sister, I\u2019ll read your dream,\nBut alas! it\u2019s unto sorrow;\nYour good lord is sleeping sound,\nHe is lying dead on Yarrow.\u2019\n214D.11 She as pu\u2019d the ribbons of her head,\nAnd I wot it was wi sorrow,\nAnd she\u2019s gane up yon high, high hill,\nDown the dowy deans of Yarrow.\n214D.12 Her hair it was five quarters lang,\nThe colour of it was yellow;\nShe as ty\u2019d it round his middle jimp,\nAnd she as carried him frae Yarrow.\n214D.13 \u2018O hawd your tongue!\u2019 her father says,\n\u2018What needs a\u2019 this grief and sorrow?\nI\u2019ll wed you on as fair a flower\nAs ever sprang on Yarrow.\u2019\n214D.14 \u2018No, hawd your tongue, my father dear,\nI\u2019m fow of grief and sorrow;\nFor a fairer flower ne[v]er sprang\nThan I\u2019ve lost this day on Yarrow.\u2019\n214D.15 This lady being big wi bairn,\nAnd fow of grief and sorrow,\nShe as died within her father\u2019s arms,\nAnd she died lang or the morrow.\n214E: The Braes o Yarrow\n214E.1 LATE at een, drinkin the wine,\nOr early in a mornin,\nThe set a combat them between,\nTo fight it in the dawnin.\n214E.2 \u2018O stay at hame, my noble lord!\nO stay at hame, my marrow!\nMy cruel brother will you betray,\nOn the dowy houms o Yarrow.\u2019\n214E.3 \u2018O fare ye weel, my lady gaye!\nO fare ye weel, my Sarah!\nFor I maun gae, tho I neer return\nFrae the dowy banks o Yarrow.\u2019\n214E.4 She kissd his cheek, she kaimd his hair,\nAs she had done before, O;\nShe belted on his noble brand,\nAn he\u2019s awa to Yarrow.\n214E.5 O he\u2019s gane up yon high, high hill-+--+-\nI wat he gaed wi sorrow-+--+-\nAn in a den spied nine armd men,\nI the dowy houms o Yarrow.\n214E.6 \u2018O ir ye come to drink the wine,\nAs ye hae doon before, O?\nOr ir ye come to wield the brand,\nOn the bonny banks o Yarrow?\u2019\n214E.7 \u2018I im no come to drink the wine,\nAs I hae don before, O,\nBut I im come to wield the brand,\nOn the dowy houms o Yarrow.\u2019\n214E.8 Four he hurt, an five he slew,\nOn the dowy houms o Yarrow,\nTill that stubborn knight came him behind,\nAn ran his body thorrow.\n214E.9 \u2018Gae hame, gae hame, good-brother John,\nAn tell your sister Sarah\nTo come an lift her noble lord,\nWho\u2019s sleepin sound on Yarrow.\u2019\n214E.10 \u2018Yestreen I dreamd a dolefu dream;\nI kend there wad be sorrow;\nI dreamd I pu\u2019d the heather green,\nOn the dowy banks o Yarrow.\u2019\n214E.11 She gaed up yon high, high hill-+--+-\nI wat she gaed wi sorrow-+--+-\nAn in a den spy\u2019d nine dead men,\nOn the dowy houms o Yarrow.\n214E.12 She kissd his cheek, she kaimd his hair,\nAs oft she did before, O;\nShe drank the red blood frae him ran,\nOn the dowy houms o Yarrow.\n214E.13 \u2018O haud your tongue, my douchter dear,\nFor what needs a\u2019 this sorrow?\nI\u2019ll wed you on a better lord\nThan him you lost on Yarrow.\u2019\n214E.14 \u2018O haud your tongue, my father dear,\nAn dinna grieve your Sarah;\nA better lord was never born\nThan him I lost on Yarrow.\n214E.15 \u2018Tak hame your ousen, tak hame your kye,\nFor they hae bred our sorrow;\nI wiss that they had a\u2019 gane mad\nWhan they cam first to Yarrow.\u2019\n214F: The Braes o Yarrow\n214F.1 LATE in the eenin, drinkin the wine,\nOr early in the mornin,\nThe set a combat them between,\nTo fight it out i the dawnin.\n214F.2 She\u2019s kissd his lips, an she\u2019s caimd his hair,\nAs shee did ay afore, O,\nShe\u2019s belted him in his noble brown,\nAfore he gaed to Yarrow.\n214F.3 Then he\u2019s away oer yon high hill-+--+-\nA wait he\u2019s gane wi sorrow-+--+-\nAn in a den he spied nine armd men,\nOn the dowie banks o Yarrow.\n214F.4 \u2018If I see ye a\u2019, ye\u2019r nine for ane,\nBut ane\u2019s [un]equal marrow;\nYet as lang \u2019s I\u2019m able wield my brand,\nI\u2019ll fight an bear ye marrow.\n214F.5 \u2018There are twa swords into my sheath,\nThe\u2019re ane an equal marrow;\nNow wale the best, I\u2019ll take the warst,\nAn, man for man, I\u2019ll try ye.\u2019\n214F.6 He has slain a\u2019 the nine men,\nA ane an equal marrow,\nBut up there startit a stuborn lord,\nThat gard him sleep on Yarrow.\n* * * * *\n214F.7 \u2018Gae hame, gae hame, my sister Anne,\nAn tell yer sister Sarah\nThat she may gang and seek her lord,\nHe\u2019s lyin sleepin on Yarrow.\u2019\n214F.8 \u2018I dreamd a dream now sin yestreen,\nI thought it wad be sorrow;\nI thought I was pouin the hether green\nOn the dowie banks o Yarrow.\u2019\n214F.9 Then she\u2019s away oer yon high hill-+--+-\nI wat she\u2019s gane wi sorrow-+--+-\nAnd in a den she\u2019s spy\u2019d ten slain men,\nOn the dowie banks o Yarrow.\n214F.10 \u2018My love was a\u2019 clad oer last night\nWi the finest o the tartan,\nBut now he\u2019s a\u2019 clad oer wi red,\nAn he\u2019s red bluid to the garten.\u2019\n214F.11 She\u2019s kissd his lips, she\u2019s caimd his hair,\nAs she had done before, O;\nShe drank the red bluid that frae him ran,\nOn the dowie banks o Yarrow.\n214F.12 \u2018Tak hame your ousen, father, and yer kye,\nFor they\u2019ve bred muckle sorrow;\nI wiss that they had a\u2019 gaen mad\nAfore they came to Yarrow.\u2019\n214F.13 \u2018O haud yer tongue, my daughter dear,\nFor this breeds ay but sorrow;\nI\u2019ll wed you to a better lord\nThan him you lost on Yarrow.\u2019\n214F.14 \u2018O haud yer tongue, my father dear,\nFor ye but breed mair sorrow;\nA better rose will never spring\nThan him I\u2019ve lost on Yarrow.\u2019\n214F.15 This lady being big wi child,\nAn fu o lamentation,\nShe died within her father\u2019s arms,\nAmang this stuborn nation.\n214G: The Braes o Yarrow\n214G.* * * *\nSHE kissd his mouth and she combd his hair,\nAs she had done before, O,\nShe belted him in his noble broun,\nBefore he went to Yarrow.\n214G.2 O he\u2019s gone up yon high, [high] hill-+--+-\nI wat it was with sorrow-+--+-\nIn a den he spied nine weal armd men,\nOn the bonny banks of Yarrow.\n214G.3 \u2018I see that you are nine for one,\nWhich are of an unequal marrow;\nAs lang \u2019s I\u2019m able to wield my bran,\nI\u2019ll fight and be your marrow.\u2019\n214G.4 O he has killed them a\u2019 but one,\nWhich bred to him great sorrow;\nFor up and rose that stubborn lord,\nMade him sleep sound in Yarrow.\n214G.5 \u2018Rise up, rise up, my daughter Ann,\nGo tell your sister Sarah\nShe may rise up go lift her lord;\nHe\u2019s sleeping sound in Yarrow.\u2019\n214G.6 She\u2019s gone up yon high, high hill-+--+-\nI wat it was with sorrow-+--+-\nAnd in a den she spied nine slain men,\nOn the dowie banks o Yarrow.\n214G.7 O she kissed his mouth, and she combd his hair,\nAs she had done before, O;\nShe drank the bleed that from him ran,\nOn the dowie banks o Yarrow.\n214G.8 \u2018Take hame your oxen, tak hame your kye,\nThey\u2019ve bred to me great sorrow;\nI wish they had all now gone mad\nFirst when they came to Yarrow.\u2019\n214G.9 \u2018O hold your tongue now, daughter dear,\nThese words to me \u2019s great sorrow;\nI\u2019ll wed you on a better lord\nThan you have lost on Yarrow.\u2019\n214G.10 \u2018O hold your tongue now, father dear,\nThese words to me \u2019s great sorrow;\nA brighter O shall there never spread\nThan I have lost in Yarrow.\u2019\n214G.11 This lady being big with child,\nAnd full of lamentation,\nShe died unto her father\u2019s arms,\nAmong the stubborn nation.\n214H: The Braes o Yarrow\n214H.1 \u2019TWAS late at evening drinking wine,\nAnd early in the morning,\nHe set a combat them among,\nAnd he fought it in the morning.\n* * * * *\n214H.2 \u2018I have two swords by my side,\nThey cost me both gold and money;\nTake ye the best, I\u2019ll take the worst,\nCome man for man, I\u2019ll try ye.\u2019\n214H.3 He has foughten them all round,\nHis equal man and marrow,\nWhile up bespake the stubborn lord,\n\u2018He\u2019s made them sleep in Yarrow.\u2019\n214H.4 He says, Go home, my daughter Ann,\nAnd tell your sister Sarah\nTo come and lift her stubborn lord;\nThe lad\u2019s made him sleep in Yarrow.\n214H.5 As she gaed up yon high, high hill,\nI wot she gaed right sorrow,\nAnd in a den spied nine well armd men,\nIn the dowie dens of Yarrow.\n214H.6 \u2018My love was dressd in the finest robes,\nAnd of the finest tartan,\nAnd now he\u2019s a\u2019 clad oer wi red,\nHe\u2019s bloody to the gartan!\u2019\n214H.7 \u2018O hold yer tongue, daughter!\u2019 he says,\n\u2018That would breed but sorrow;\nYe shall be wed to a finer lord\nThan the one you\u2019ve lost in Yarrow.\u2019\n214H.8 \u2018Hold your tongue, father!\u2019 she says,\n\u2018For that will breed but sorrow;\nA finer lord can neer be born\nThan the one I\u2019ve lost in Yarrow.\n214H.9 \u2018Take hame yer ox, and take hame yer kye,\nYou\u2019ve bred me muckle sorrow;\nI wish they\u2019d a\u2019 gane mad that day,\nThat day they came to Yarrow.\u2019\n214H.10 This woman being big wi child,\nAnd full of lamentation,\nShe died into her father\u2019s arms,\nAmong that stubborn nation.\n214I: The Braes o Yarrow\n214I.1 TEN lords sat drinking at the wine\nIntill a morning early;\nThere fell a combat them among,\nIt must be fought, nae parley.\n214I.2 \u2018O stay at hame, my ain gude lord!\nO stay, my ain dear marrow!\u2019\n\u2018Sweetest min, I will be thine,\nAn dine wi you tomorrow.\u2019\n214I.3 She kissd his lips, an combed his hair,\nAs she had done before O,\nGied him a brand down by his side,\nAn he is on to Yarrow.\n214I.4 As he gaed oer yon dowey knowe,\nAs he had dane before O,\nNine armed men lay in a den,\nUpo the braes o Yarrow.\n214I.5 \u2018O came ye here to hunt or hawk,\nAs ye had dane before O?\nOr came ye here to wiel your brand,\nUpo the braes o Yarrow?\u2019\n214I.6 \u2018I came nae here to hunt nor hawk,\nAs I hae done before O;\nBut I came here to wiel my brand,\nUpo the braes o Yarrow?\u2019\n214I.7 Four he hurt, an five he slew,\nTill down it fell himsell O;\nThere stood a fause lord him behin,\nWho thrust his body thorrow.\n214I.8 \u2018Gae hame, gae hame, my brother John,\nAn tell your sister sorrow;\nYour mither woud come take up her son,\nAff o the braes o Yarrow.\u2019\n214I.9 As he gaed oer yon high, high hill,\nAs he had dane before O,\nThere he met his sister dear,\nCame rinnin fast to Yarrow.\n214I.10 \u2018I dreamd a dream last night,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018I wish it binna sorrow;\nI dreamd I was puing the heather green\nUpo the braes o Yarrow.\u2019\n214I.11 \u2018I\u2019ll read your dream, sister,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018I\u2019ll read it into sorrow;\nYe\u2019re bidden gae take up your luve,\nHe\u2019s sleeping sound on Yarrow.\u2019\n214I.12 She\u2019s torn the ribbons frae her head-+--+-\nThey were baith thick an narrow-+--+-\nShe\u2019s kilted up her green claithing,\nAn she\u2019s awa to Yarrow.\n214I.13 She\u2019s taen him in her arms twa,\nAn gaen him kisses thorough,\nAn wi her tears she bath\u2019d his wounds,\nUpo the braes o Yarrow.\n214I.14 Her father, looking oer the castle-wa,\nBeheld his daughter\u2019s sorrow;\n\u2018O had your tongue, daughter,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018An lat be a\u2019 your sorrow!\nI\u2019ll wed you wi a better lord\nThan he that died on Yarrow.\u2019\n214I.15 \u2018O had your tongue, father,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018An lat be till tomorrow!\nA better lord there coudna be\nThan he that died on Yarrow.\u2019\n214I.16 She kissd his lips, an combd his hair,\nAs she had done before O,\nAn wi a crack her head did brack,\nUpo the braes o Yarrow.\n214J: The Braes o Yarrow\n214J.1 IN Thoro town there lives a maid,\nI am sure she has no marrow;\nFor she has forsaken both lords and knights,\nAnd loved a servant-lad in Galla.\n214J.2 Evening and morning her page he ran,\nHer page he ran wi sorrow,\nWith letters bound, just frae the town,\nTo the servant-lad in Galla.\n214J.3 Her father he got word of that,\nAnd he\u2019s bred all her sorrow;\nHe sent him forth to fight wi nine,\nIn the dowie glens of Yarrow.\n214J.4 She washd his face, she combd his hair,\nShe thought he had no marrow;\nWi a thrusty rapier by his side,\nShe sent him forth to Yarrow.\n214J.5 She\u2019s taen fareweel of him that day,\nAs she had done before, O,\nAnd she\u2019s comd back to her bonny bower,\nBut her love\u2019s away to Yarrow.\n214J.6 He wanderd up, he wandred down,\nHis heart was full of sorrow;\nThere he spied nine gentlemen,\nWatering their steeds in Yarrow.\n214J.7 \u2018O come away, young man,\u2019 they said,\n\u2018I\u2019m sure ye\u2019r no our marrow;\nYe\u2019r welcome here, young man,\u2019 they said,\n\u2018For the bonny lass o Thorro.\u2019\n214J.8 \u2018Nine against one, weel do ye ken,\nThat\u2019s no an equal marrow;\nYet for my love\u2019s sake I\u2019ll venture my life,\nIn the dowie glens of Yarrow.\u2019\n214J.9 Five was wounded, and four was slain,\nAmongst them a\u2019 he had no marrow;\nHe\u2019s mounted on his horse again,\nCries, I have won the bonny lass of Thorro!\n214J.10 Up then spake her father dear-+--+-\nAnd he\u2019s bred all her sorrow-+--+-\nAnd wi a broad sword ran him through,\nIn the dowie glens of Yarrow.\n214J.11 \u2018I have dreamd a dream, father,\nI doubt I have dreamd for sorrow;\nI dreamd I was pouing the heather green\nWi my true love in Yarrow.\u2019\n214J.12 \u2018O I will read your dream, daughter,\nAlthough it be for your sorrow;\nGo, and ye\u2019ll find your love lying sound,\nIn a heather-bush in Yarrow.\u2019\n214J.13 She\u2019s calld on her maidens then-+--+-\nHer heart was full of sorrow-+--+-\nAnd she\u2019s away wi her maidens twa,\nTo the dowie glens o Yarrow.\n214J.14 She wandered up, she wandred down,\nIn the dowie glens of Yarrow,\nAnd there she spied her lobe lying sound,\nIn a heather-bush in Yarrow.\n214J.15 She\u2019s washd hin in the clear well-strand,\nShe\u2019s dry\u2019d him wi the holland,\nAnd aye she sighd, and said, Alass!\nFor my love I had him chosen.\n214J.16 His hair it was three quarters long,\nThree quarters long and yellow;\nAnd she\u2019s rapt it round her middle small,\nAnd brought it home to Thorro.\n214J.17 \u2018O hold your tongue, my daughter dear,\nAnd talk no more of sorrow;\nI\u2019ll soon wed you on a better match\nThan your servant-lad in Galla.\u2019\n214J.18 \u2018O you may wed a\u2019 your seven sons,\nI wish you may wed them in sorrow:\nO you may wed a\u2019 your seven sons,\nFor you\u2019ll neer wed the bonny lass of Thoro.\u2019\n214J.19 This lady being big wi child,\nAnd her heart was full wi sorrow,\nShe died between her father\u2019s arms,\nIn the bonny house of Thorro.\n214K: The Braes o Yarrow\n214K.1 THERE lived a lady in the south,\nShe thought she had not her marrow;\nAnd she was courted by nine gentlemen,\nIn the dowie dens in Yarrow.\n214K.2 All their offers they proved in vain,\nShe thought that they were not her marrow;\nShe has forsaken a\u2019 the nine,\nLoved a servant-lad on Galla.\n214K.3 RR rrup bespoke her father dear,\nWho bred them a\u2019 this sorrow;\nYou must go far, far to fight the nine,\nIn the dowie den in Yarrow,\u2019\n214K.4 She washd his face, she combd his hair,\nHer heart being full of sorrow,\nWith a rusted rapier down by his side,\nTo fight his foes in Yarrow.\n214K.5 He\u2019s ridden east, he\u2019s ridden west,\nHe\u2019s ridden into Yarrow,\nAnd there he espied all the nine,\nWatering their steeds in Yarrow.\n214K.6 \u2018Ye\u2019r welcome, welcome, young man,\u2019 they said,\n\u2018But I think ye are not our marrow;\u2019\n\u2018But I\u2019ll fight ye all out, one by one,\nIn the dowie dens o Yarrow.\u2019\n214K.7 Four he has wounded, five he has slain,\nHe left then a\u2019 sound in Yarrow;\nHe turned him round with rejoyfull looks,\nSays, I wone the lady of Thoro.\n214K.8 Up then spoke her father dear,\nWho bred them a\u2019 this sorrow;\nHe\u2019s taen out a broadsword and run him through,\nIn the dowie dens o Yarrow.\n214K.9 \u2018I dreamed a dream last night,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018I fear it is for sorrow;\nI dreand I was pulling the heather green\nWith my true love in Yarrow.\u2019\n214K.10 \u2018I\u2019ll read your dream now, daughter dear,\nI fear it is for sorrow;\nYou will find your true-love lying sound,\nIn a heather bush in Yarrow.\u2019\n214K.11 She\u2019s ridden east, she\u2019s ridden west,\nShe\u2019s ridden into Yarrow;\nThere she found her true lover sound,\nIn a heather bush in Yarrow.\n214K.12 His hair it was five quarters lang,\nIt was baith lang and yellow;\nShe\u2019s tied it to her horse\u2019s mane,\nShe\u2019s trailed him home from Yarrow.\n214K.13 \u2018O woe be to you, father dear!\nYou\u2019ve bred me all this sorrow;\u2019\nSo she died between her father\u2019s arms,\nIn the dowie dens o Yarrow.\n214L: The Braes o Yarrow\n214L.1 AT Dryhope lived a lady fair,\nThe fairest flower in Yarrow,\nAnd she refused nine noble men\nFor a servan lad in Gala.\n214L.2 Her father said that he should fight\nThe nine lords all to-morrow,\nAnd he that should the victor be\nWould get the Rose of Yarrow.\n214L.3 Quoth he, You\u2019re nine, an I\u2019m but ane,\nAnd in that there\u2019s no much marrow;\nYet I shall fecht ye, man for man,\nIn the dowie dens o Yarrow.\n214L.4 She kissed his lips, and combed his hair,\nAs oft she\u2019d done before, O,\nAn set him on her milk-white steed,\nWhich bore him on to Yarrow.\n214L.5 When he got oer yon high, high hill,\nAn down the dens o Yarrow,\nThere did he see the nine lords all,\nBut there was not one his marrow.\n214L.6 \u2018Now here ye\u2019re nine, an I\u2019m but ane,\nBut yet I am not sorrow;\nFor here I\u2019ll fecht ye, man for man,\nFor my true love in Yarrow.\u2019\n214L.7 Then he wheeld round, and fought so fierce\nTill the seventh fell in Yarrow,\nWhen her brother sprang from a bush behind,\nAnd ran his body thorough.\n214L.8 He never spoke more words than these,\nAn they were words o sorrow;\n\u2018Ye may tell my true love, if ye please,\nThat I\u2019m sleepin sound in Yarrow.\u2019\n214L.9 They\u2019ve taen the young man by the heels\nAnd trailed him like a harrow,\nAnd then they flung the comely youth\nIn a whirlpool o Yarrow.\n214L.10 The lady said, I dreamed yestreen-+--+-\nI fear it bodes some sorrow-+--+-\nThat I was pu\u2019in the heather green\nOn the scroggy braes o Yarrow.\u2019\n214L.11 Her brother said, I\u2019ll read your dream,\nBut it should cause nae sorrow;\nYe may go seek your lover hame,\nFor he\u2019s sleepin sound in Yarrow.\n214L.12 Then she rode oer yon gloomy height,\nAn her heart was fu o sorrow,\nBut only saw the clud o night,\nOr heard the roar o Yarrow.\n214L.13 But she wandered east, so did she wast,\nAnd searched the forest thorough,\nUntil she spied her ain true love,\nLyin deeply drowned in Yarrow.\n214L.14 His hair it was five quarters lang,\nIts colour was the yellow;\nShe twined it round her lily hand,\nAnd drew him out o Yarrow.\n214L.15 She kissed his lips, and combed his head,\nAs oft she\u2019d done before, O;\nShe laid hin oer her milk-white steed,\nAn bore him home from Yarrow.\n214L.16 She washed his wounds in yon well-strand,\nAnd dried him wi the hollan,\nAnd aye she sighed, and said, Alas!\nFor my love I had him chosen.\n214L.17 \u2018Go hold your tongue,\u2019 her father said,\n\u2018There\u2019s little cause for sorrow;\nI\u2019ll wed ye on a better lad\nThan ye hae lost in Yarrow.\u2019\n214L.18 \u2018Haud your ain tongue, my faither dear,\nI canna help my sorrow;\nA fairer flower neer sprang in May\nThan I hae lost in Yarrow.\n214L.19 \u2018I meant to make my bed fu wide,\nBut you may make it narrow;\nFor now I\u2019ve nane to be my guide\nBut a deid man drowned in Yarrow.\u2019\n214L.20 An aye she screighed, and cried Alas!\nTill her heart did break wi sorrow,\nAn sank into her faither\u2019s arms,\nMang the dowie dens o Yarrow.\n214M: The Braes o Yarrow\n214M.1 O AY he sat, and ay he drank,\nAn ay he counted the laying,\nAn ay he drank to the lass\u2019es health\nWas to meet him in the dawning.\n214M.2 Up he gaes on yon high, high hill,\nAn a wat he geas wi sorrow,\nAn in a den he spy\u2019d nine well armd men,\nOn the dowie banks of Yarrow.\n214M.3 \u2018Oh woe be to young women\u2019s wit!\nFor the\u2019ve bred to me meikle sorrow;\nShe promisd for to meet me here,\nAn she\u2019s sent nine men to slay me.\n214M.4 \u2018But there is two swords in my scabba[rd],\nThey cost me gold and money;\nTak ye the best, and I\u2019ll tak the wa[rst],\nAn come man for man, I\u2019ll not fly yo[u].\u2019\n214M.5 Ay he stood, an ay he fought,\nTill it was near the dawning,\nThen up an rose her brother James,\nAn has slain him in the dawning.\n214M.6 \u2018O the last night I dreamd a dream,\nGod keep us a\u2019 frae sorrow!\nI dreamd I was powing the heather green\nIn the dowie banks of Yarrow.\u2019\n214M.7 Up she gaes on yon high, high hill,\nAn a wat she gaes with sorrow,\nAn in a den she spy\u2019d nine slain men,\nIn the dowie banks of Yarrow.\n214M.8 \u2018O the last time I saw my love\nHe was a\u2019 clad oer in tartan;\nBut now he\u2019s a\u2019 clad oer in red,\nAn he\u2019s a\u2019 blood to the gartin.\u2019\n214M.9 She kist his mouth, an she\u2019s combd his hair,\nAs she had done before, O,\nShe drank the blood that from him ran,\nIn the dowie banks of Yarrow.\n214M.10 \u2018O hold your tongue now. daughter,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018An breed to me no more sorrow;\nFor I\u2019ll wed you on a better match\nThan you have lost on Yarrow.\u2019\n214M.11 \u2018Hold your tongue now, father,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018An breed to me no more sorrow;\nFor a better rose will never spring\nThan I have lost on Yarrow.\u2019\n214N: The Braes o Yarrow\n214N.1 THE cock did craw, and the day did daw,\nAnd the moon shone fair and clearly;\nSir James gade out o his castle-yett,\nTo meet fair Anne, his dearie.\n214N.2 \u2018O come down, come down, my true-love Anne,\nAnd speak but ae word to me!\nBut ae kiss o your bonny mouth\nWad yield much comfort to me.\u2019\n214N.3 \u2018O how can I come down?\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Or how can I win to thee?\nWhen there is nane that I can trust\nWad safe convey me to thee.\n214N.4 \u2018But gang doun, gang doun, to yon hostess\u2019 house,\nAnd there take on yere lawing,\nAnd, as I\u2019m a woman kind and true,\nI\u2019ll meet you at the dawing.\u2019\n214N.5 Then he gade thro the good green-wood,\nAnd oer the moor sae eerie,\nAnd lang he stayd, and sair he sighd,\nBut he never mair saw his dearie.\n214N.6 And ay he sat, and lang he drank,\nAnd ay he counted his lawing,\nTill fifteen men did him surround,\nTo slay him or the dawing.\n214N.7 \u2018O she promisd ance to meet me this night,\nBut I find she deceived me;\nShe promisd ance to meet me this night,\nAnd she\u2019s sent fifteen to slay me!\n214N.8 \u2018There are twa swords in my scabard,\nThey cost me gowd and money;\nTake ye the best, and gie me the warst,\nAnd man for man I\u2019ll try ye.\u2019\n214N.9 Then they fought on, and on they fought,\nTill maist o them were fallen,\nWhen her brother John cam him behind,\nAnd slew him at the dawing.\n214N.10 Then he\u2019s away to his sister Anne,\nTo the chamber where\u2019s she\u2019s lying:\n\u2018Come doun, come doun, my sister Anne,\nAnd take up your true-love Jamie!\n214N.11 \u2018Come doun, come doun now, sister Anne!\nFor he\u2019s sleeping in yon logie;\nSound, sound he sleeps, nae mair to wake,\nAnd nae mair need ye be vogie.\u2019\n214N.12 \u2018I dreamd a drearie dream yestreen,\nGin it be true, it will prove my sorrow;\nI dreamd my luive had lost his life,\nWithin the yetts o Gowrie.\n214N.13 \u2018O wae betide ye, lassies o Gowrie\nFor ye hae sleepit soundly;\nGin ye had keepit your yetts shut,\nYe might hae sav\u2019d the life o my Jamie.\n214N.14 \u2018Yestreen my luive had a suit o claise\nWere o the finest tartan;\nBut lang or ere the day did daw\nThey war a\u2019 red bluid to the garten.\n214N.15 \u2018Yestreen my luive had a suit o claise\nWere o the apple reamin;\nBut lang or ere the day did daw\nThe red bluid had them streamin.\u2019\n214N.16 In yon fair ha, where the winds did blaw,\nWhen the moon shone fair and clearly,\nShe\u2019s thrawn her green skirt oer her head,\nAnd ay she cried out mercy.\n214O: The Braes o Yarrow\n214O.1 \u2018I DREAMD a dreary dream last night,\nGod keep us a\u2019 frae sorrow!\nI dreamd I pu\u2019d the birk sae green\nWi my true love on Yarrow.\u2019\n214O.2 \u2018I\u2019ll read your dream, my sister dear,\nI\u2019ll tell you a\u2019 your sorrow;\nYou pu\u2019d the birk wi your true luve,\nHe\u2019s killd, he\u2019s killd on Yarrow!\u2019\n214O.3 \u2018O gentle wind, that blaweth south\nTo where my love repaireth,\nConvey a kiss from his dear mouth,\nAnd tell me how he fareth!\n214O.4 \u2018But oer yon glen run armed men,\nHave wrought me dule and sorrow;\nThey\u2019ve slain, they\u2019ve slain the comliest swain,\nHe bleeding lies on Yarrow.\u2019\n214P: The Braes o Yarrow\n214P.1 \u2018GET up, get up now, sister Ann,\nI fear we\u2019ve wrought you sorrow;\nGet up, ye\u2019ll find your true love slain,\nAmong the banks of Yarrow.\u2019\n214P.2 \u2018I made my love a suit of clothes,\nI clad him all in tartan,\nBut ere the morning sun arose,\nHe was a\u2019 bluid to the gartan.\u2019\n214[Q]: The Braes o Yarrow\n214[Q].1 There lived a lady in the West,\nI neer could find her marrow;\nShe was courted by nine gentlemen,\nAnd a ploughboy-lad in Yarrow.\n214[Q.2] These nine sat drinking at the wine,\nSat drinking wine in Yarrow;\nThey made a vow among themselves\nTo fight for her in Yarrow.\n214[Q.3] She washed his face, she kaimed his hair,\nAs oft she\u2019d done before, O,\nShe made him like a knight sae bright,\nTo fight for her in Yarrow.\n214[Q.4] As he walked up yon high, high hill,\nAnd down by the holmes of Yarrow,\nThere he saw nine arm d men,\nCome to fight with him in Yarrow.\n214[Q.5] \u2018There\u2019s nine of you, there\u2019s one of me,\nIt\u2019s an unequal marrow;\nBut I\u2019ll fight you all one by one,\nOn the dowie dens of Yarrow.\u2019\n214[Q.6] Three he slew, and three they flew,\nAnd three he wounded sorely,\nTill her brother John he came in beyond,\nAnd pierced his heart most foully.\n214[Q.7] \u2018Go home, go home, thou false young man,\nAnd tell thy sister Sarah\nThat her true-love John lies dead and gone\nOn the dowie dens of Yarrow.\u2019\n214[Q.8] \u2018O father dear, I dreamed a dream,\nI\u2019m afraid it will bring sorrow;\nI dreamed I was pulling the heather-bell\nIn the dowie dens of Yarrow.\u2019\n214[Q.9] \u2018O daughter dear, I read your dream,\nI doubt it will prove sorrow;\nFor your true-love John lies dead and gone\nOn the dowie dens of Yarrow.\u2019\n214[Q.10] As she walked up yon high, high hill,\nAnd down by the holmes of Yarrow,\nThere she saw her true-love John,\nLying pale and dead on Yarrow.\n214[Q.11] Her hair it being three quarters long--\nThe colour it was yellow-+-\nShe wrapped it round his middle sma,\nAnd carried him hame to Yarrow.\n214[Q.12] \u2018O father dear, you\u2019ve seven sons,\nYou may wed them a\u2019 tomorrow,\nBut a fairer flower I never saw\nThan the lad I loved in Yarrow.\u2019\n214[Q.13] The fair maid being great with child,\nIt filled her heart with sorrow;\nShe died within her lover\u2019s arms,\nBetween that day and morrow.\n214[R]: The Braes o Yarrow\n214[R].1 There were three lords drinking at the wine\nIn the Leader Haughs of Yarrow:\n\u2018Shall we go play at cards and dice,\nAs we have done before, O?\nOr shall we go play at the single sword,\nIn the Leader Haughs of Yarrow?\u2019\n* * * * * * *\n214[R.2] Three he wounded, and five he slew,\nAs he had [done] before, O,\nBut an English lord lap from a bush,\nAnd he proved all the sorrow;\nHe had a spear three quarters long,\nAnd her thrust his body thorogh.\n* * * * * * *\n214[R.3] \u2018I dreamed . . . .\nI wis it prove nae sorrow!\nI dreamed I was puing the apples green\nIn the dowie howms o Yarrow.\u2019\n214[R.4] \u2018O sister, sister, I\u2019ll read your dream,\nAnd I\u2019ll read it in sorrow;\nYe may gae bring hame your ain true-love,\nFor he\u2019s sleepin sound in Yarrow.\u2019\n214[R.5] She sought him east, she sought him west,\nShe sought him all the forest thorogh;\nShe found him asleep at the middle yett,\nIn the dowie howms o Yarrow.\n214[R.6] Her hair it was three quarters lang,\nAnd the colour of it was yellow;\nShe\u2019s bound it round his middle waist,\nAnd borne him hame from Yarrow.\n214[S]: The Braes o Yarrow\n214[S].1 There lived a lady in the South,\nYe would scarcely find her marrow;\nShe was courted by nine gentlemen\nAn a ploughman-lad frae Yarrow.\n214[S.2] Ae nicht the nine sat drinkin wine\nTo the lass wha had nae marrow,\nWhen the ploughman swore, tho they were a score\nHe wad fecht them a\u2019 in Yarrow.\n214[S.3] It\u2019s he\u2019s gane ower yon high, high hill,\nAnd doon yon glen sae narrow,\nAn there he saw nine arm d men,\nTo fecht wi him in Yarrow.\n214[S.4] \u2018There\u2019s nine o you an I\u2019m but ane,\nAn that\u2019s an unequal marrow,\nBut wi this gude blade and powerfu arm\nI\u2019ll lay you low on Yarrow.\u2019\n214[S.5] It\u2019s three he slew, and three withdrew,\nAnd three lay dead on Yarrow,\nBut in behind cam her brother John,\nAn pierced his body thorough.\n214[S.6] \u2018Gae hame, gae hame, you fause young man,\nAn tell your sister sorrow,\nThat her true-love John lies dead and gone\nIn the dowie dens o Yarrow.\u2019\n214[S.7] \u2018O father dear, I\u2019ve dreamed a dream,\nI\u2019m feared it will prove sorrow;\nI dreamed I was puin the heather-bells sweet\nOn the bonny braes o Yarrow.\u2019\n214[S.8] \u2018O daughter dear, your dream is read,\nI\u2019m feared it will prove sorrow;\nYour true-love John lies dead and gone\nIn the dowie dens o Yarrow.\u2019\n214[S.9] It\u2019s she\u2019s gane ower yon high, high hill,\nAn doon yon glen sae narrow,\nAn there she saw her true-love John\nLyin cauld an dead on Yarrow.\n214[S.10] She washed his face an combed his hair,\nWi muckle grief an sorrow,\npshe rowed him i the plaid she wore,\nIn the dowie dens o Yarrow.\n214[S.11] Her hair it was three quarters lang,\nThe colour being yellow;\nShe tied it round his middle sma,\nAn carried him hame frae Yarrow.\n214[S.12] \u2018O daughter dear, I pray forbear,\nI\u2019ll wed you to another marrow;\nI\u2019ll wed you to some fitter match\nThan the lad that died on Yarrow.\u2019\n214[S.13] \u2018O father dear, you hae seven sons,\nShould you wed them a\u2019 to-morrow,\nA fairer flower never grew in June\nThan the lad that died on Yarrow.\u2019\n214[S.14] This lady, being six months with child\nTo the ploughman lad of Yarrow,\nShe fell into her father\u2019s arms\nAn died wi grief on Yarrow.","title":"The Child Ballads: 214. The Braes o Yarrow","type":"page"}