Mirk Mirk Is This Midnight Hour

There was a lady in the north
 You scarce would find her marrow
 She was courted by nine gentlemen
 An a plooboy lad fae Yarrow
 Well nine sat drinking at the wine
 As oft they'd done afore o
 And they made a vow amang themselves
 Tae fight for her on Yarrow
 He's come ower yon high, high hill and
 doon by the den sae narrow
 And there he spied nine armed men
 Come tae fight wi him on Yarrow
 He says "There's nine o' you and but yin o' me
 It's an unequal marrow"
 But I'll fight ye a' noo one by one
 On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow
 So it's three he slew and three withdrew
 Anthree he wounded sairly
 Til her brother he came in beyond
 And he wounded him maist foully
 "Gae hame, gae hame ye fause young man
 And bring yer sister sorrow
 For her ain true love lies pale and wan
 On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow"
 "O mither I dreamed a dream
 A dream o' doul and sorrow
 I dreamed I was pu'ing the heathery bells
 On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow"
 "O daughter dear I ken yer dream
 And I doobt it will bring sorrow
 For yer lover John lies pale and wan
 On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow"
 So she's run ower yon high, high hill an
 doon by the den sae narrow
 And there she spied her dear lover John
 Lying pale and deid on Yarrow
 She's washed his face an' kaimed his hair
 As aft she'd done afore o
 And tied it roond her middle sae sma
 And carried him hame tae Yarrow.
 "Oh haud yer tongue my dochter dear!
 What need for all this sorrow?
 I'll wed ye tae a far, far better man
 Than the one that's lost on Yarrow"
 "O faither ye hae seven sons
 Ye may wed them a' the morrow
 But the fairest floo-er amang them a'
 Was the plooboy lad fae Yarrow"
 "So mither, mither mak my bed
 And mak it saft and narrow
 For my love died for me this day
 And I'll die for him tomorrow"