Yarrow

Willie's fair and Willie's rare
 And Willie's wondrous bonny
 And he's promised to take my hand if ever he takes any
 Sister dear, I've dreamed a dream
 I'm afraid it is of sorrow
 I dreamed I saw the heather green in the dowie dens of Yarrow
 Sister dear, I'll read your dream
 Read in it grief and sorrow
 The green it brings misfortune here, and your love is drowned in Yarrow
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 She sought him up, she sought him down
 Ran with the speed and sorrow
 She found him 'neath a bush of broom in the dowie dens of Yarrow
 Her hair it was five quarters long
 The colour, it was yellow
 And she tied it to his middle small and pulled him out of Yarrow
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 My bed it was wide yesterday
 Today it shall be narrow
 And there's ne'er a man lied by my side since Willie's drowned in Yarrow