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The Dowie Dens Of Yarrow

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Dowie Dens Of Yarrow

Summary: A lady is courted by nine guys, and a ploughboy - the nine guys fight each other for her heart, but she loves the ploughboy (who has no desire to fight). They kill the ploughboy though - leavijng her broken hearted.

Moral: If you have the choice between guys who will fight and kill one and other or a guy that doesn't - choose the guy that doesn't.

There was a lady in the north,
I ne'er could find her marrow;
She was courted by nine gentlemen,
And a ploughboy lad from Yarrow.

These nine sat drinking at their wine,
Sat drinking wine at Yarrow;
They made a vow among themselves
To fight with him on Yarrow.

She's washed his face, she's combed his hair
As oft she's done before-o
Gave him a brand down by his side (brand - trad. Scottish, meaning Sword)

To fight for her on Yarrow.
As he walked up yon high, high hills,
And down the glens so narrow
Nine armed men lay waiting him

Upon the braes of Yarrow.
It's three he wounded, three withdrew,
And three he killed on Yarrow,
Till her brother, John, came in behind

And pierced his body thorough.
"O father, dear, I dreamed a dream,
I fear it will prove sorrow.
I dreamed I was pulling heather green

On the dowie dens of Yarrow."
"O daughter dear, I read your dream,
To you it will prove sorrow;
Your true love John lies dead and slain


 

On the dowie dens of Yarrow."
As she walked up yon high, high hill,
And down the glen so narrow,
Twas there she found her true love John,

Lying cold and dead on Yarrow.
She washed his face, she combed his hair,
As she had done before o,
And she kissed the blood from off his wounds,

On the dowie dens of Yarrow.
Her hair it being three quarters long,
The colour it was yellow,
She wrapped it round his middle so small,

And carried him home to Yarrow.
"O daughter dear, dry up your tears,
And weep no more for sorrow.
I'll wed you to a better man

Than the ploughboy lad of Yarrow."
"O father dear, you've seven sons,
You may wed them all tomorrow,
But the fairest flower among them all,
Was the lad I wooed on Yarrow."

 

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This song featured in Dave's Angle on episode 39 of the Garden Sessions FREE fortnightly internet radio show (or Podcast).

 

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