Am [Verse]C Am There was a lady in the northF E You scarce would find her marrowC E She was courted by nine gentlemenAm F Am And a plooboy lad fae Yarrow [Verse]C Am Well, nine sat drinking at the wineF E As oft they'd done afore-oC E And they made a vow amang themselvesAm F Am Tae fight for her on Yarrow [Verse]C Am And so he's come ower yon high, high hillF E And doon by the den sae narrowC E And there he spied nine armed menAm F Am Come tae fight wi' him on Yarrow [Verse]C Am He says, "There's nine o' you and but one o' meF E It's an unequal marrow"C E But I'll fight ye a' noo one by oneAm F Am On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow [Verse]C Am So it's three he slew and three withdrewF E An' three he wounded sairlyC E 'Til her brother, he came in beyondAm F Am And he wounded him maist foully [Verse]C Am "Gae hame, gae hame, ye fause young manF E And bring yer sister sorrowC E For her ain true love lies pale and wanAm F Am On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow” [Verse]C Am "Oh mither, I hae dreamed a dreamF E A dream o' doul and sorrowC E I dreamed I was pu'ing the heathery bellsAm F Am On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow" [Verse]C Am "Oh, daughter dear, I ken yer dreamF E And I doobt it will bring sorrowC E For yer ain true love lies pale and wanAm F Am On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow" [Verse]C Am An' so she's run ower yon high, high hillF E An' doon by the den sae narrowC E And it's there she spied her dear lover, JohnAm F Am Lyin' pale and deid on Yarrow [Verse]C Am And so she's washed his face an' she's kaimed his hairF E As aft she'd done afore-oC E And she's wrapped it 'roond her middle sae sma'Am F Am And she's carried him hame tae Yarrow [Verse]C Am "Oh haud yer tongue, my daughter dearF E What need for a' this sorrow?C E I'll wed ye tae a far better manAm F Am Than the one who's slain on Yarrow" [Verse]C Am "Oh faither, ye hae seven sonsF E And ye may wed them a' the morrowC E But the fairest floo'er amang them a'Am F Am Was the plooboy lad fae Yarrow” [Verse]C Am "Oh mother, mother mak my bedF E And mak it saft and narrowC E For my love died for me this dayAm F Am And I'll die for him tomorrow"
Dowie Dens Of Yarrow
Karine Polwart
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