Communicated to Percy by Dr. William Robertson, Principal of Edinburgh.
1 |
'I dreamed a dreary dream this night,
That fills my heart wi sorrow;
I dreamed I was pouing the heather green
Upon the braes of Yarrow. |
2 |
'O true-love mine, stay still and dine,
As ye ha done before, O;'
'O I'll be hame by hours nine,
And frae the braes of Yarrow.' |
3 |
I dreamed a dreary dream this night,
That fills my heart wi sorrow;
I dreamed my luve came headless hame,
O frae the braes of Yarrow! |
4 |
'O true-luve mine, stay still and dine,
As ye ha done before, O;'
'O I'll be hame by hours nine,
And frae the braes of Yarrow.' |
5 |
'O are ye going to hawke,' she says,
'As ye ha done before, O?
Or are ye going to weild your brand,
Upon the braes of Yarrow?' |
6 |
'O I am not going to hawke,' he says,
'As I have done before, O,
But for to meet your brother Jhon,
Upon the braes of Yarrow, |
7 |
As he gade down yon dowy den,
Sorrow went him before, O;
Nine well-wight men lay waiting him,
Upon the braes of Yarrow. |
8 |
'I have your sister to my wife,
'Ye' think me an unmeet marrow;
But yet one foot will I never flee
Now frae the braes of Yarrow.' |
9 |
'Than' four he killd and five did wound,
That was an unmeet marrow!
'And he had weel nigh wan the day
Upon the braes of Yarrow.' |
10 |
'Bot' a cowardly 'loon' came him behind,
Our Lady lend him sorrow!
And wi a rappier pierced his heart,
And laid him low on Yarrow. |
11 |
'Now Douglas' to his sister's gane,
Wi meikle dule and sorrow:
'Gae to your luve, sister,' he says,
'He's sleeping sound on Yarrow.' |
12 |
As she went down yon dowy den,
Sorrow went her before, O;
She saw her true-love lying slain
Upon the braes of Yarrow. |
13 |
'She swoond thrice upon his breist
That was her dearest marrow;
Said, Ever alace and wae the day
Thou wentst frae me to Yarrow!' |
14 |
She kist his mouth, she kaimed his hair,
As she had done before, O ;
She 'wiped' the blood that trickled doun
Upon the braes of Yarrow. |
15 |
Her hair it was three quarters lang,
It hang baith side and yellow;
She tied it round 'Her' white hause-bane,
'And tint her life on Yarrow.' |