Downie Dens Of Yarrow

[Verse 1]
There was a lady in the north
I ne're could find her marrow
She was courted by nine gentlemen
And a poor plowboy frae Yarrow

[Verse 2]
These nine sat drinkin at the wine
Sat drinkin wine in Yarrow
An they made a plot amang themselves
Tae fecht for her on Yarrow

[Verse 3]
He says, "There's nine o' you and but one o' me
It's an unequal marrow"
But I'll fecht ye all one by one
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow

[Verse 4]
She's combed his hair, she's washed his face
As she had done before o
She's dressed him like a brave young knight
To fight fae her in Yarrow

[Verse 5]
As he went up yon high, high hill
And doon with the homes of Yarrow
It was there he saw nine armed men
Come tae fight fae her in Yarrow

[Verse 6]
And there they flew, and there he slew
An' there he's wounded sorely
'Til her brother, John, came in beyond
And he wounded him most foully

[Verse 7]
As she went up yon high, high hill
An' doon be the homes of Yarrow
It was there she saw her own true love
Lyin' pale and wanned on Yarrow

[Verse 8]
Her hair it bein three quarters lang
The colour of it was yellow
She's wrapped it round his middle sae small
An she bore him doon tae Yarrow

[Verse 9]
“Oh, Faither dear, ye hae seiven sons
You may wed them all tomorrow
For the fairest flower among them all
Lies dead and wan on Yarrow.”