There lived a lady in the South The fairest flower in Yarrow And she refused nine noblemen For a ploughboy from Gala
Then up bespoke her father dear Who brought them all this sorrow Saying send you forth for to fight the nine On the dewy dens of Yarrow
She kissed his lips and combed his hair Her heart being full of sorrow Then she set him on her milk white steed Which brought him down to Yarrow
As he came o'er yon high high hill Down by the haughs of Yarrow There did he see the nine lords all But there wasn't one his marrow
He said you're nine and I'm but one In that there's not much marrow Yet I will fight ye man for man To gain the flower of Yarrow
Then three he slew and three withdrew And three lay deadly wounded When her brother John stepped in between And he stuck his knife right through him
He never spoke more words than these And these were words of sorrow You can tell my true love if you please I'm sleeping sound in Yarrow
They took this young man by the heels And trailed him like a harrow And there they flung this comely youth In a whirlpool in Yarrow
Oh brother dear I dreamed a dream A dream of doul and sorrow I dreamed that you were spilling blood On the dewy dens of Yarrow
Oh sister dear I read your dream I doubt it will bring sorrow You may go and seek your true love at home For he's sleeping sound in Yarrow
As she went o'er yon high high hill Down by the haughs of Yarrow There did she see her own true love Lying deeply drowned in Yarrow
This fair maid's hair being three quarters long The colour it was yellow She tied it around his little waist And drew him out of Yarrow
She kissed his lips and combed his hair As oft she'd done before-o And she laid him on her milk white steed Which brought him home from Yarrow
Oh daughter dear, wipe up your tears And weep no more in sorrow For I will bring you to a higher degree Than a ploughboy from Gala
Oh hold your tongue, my father dear I cannot help my sorrow For a flower like my own true love Will never bloom in Yarrow
This fair maid she being tall and slim The fairest maid in Yarrow She laid her head in her father's arms And she died in grief and sorrowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
