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English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Traditional Ballads

28. The Dowy Houms o Yarrow

LATE at een, drinkin the wine,

Or early in a mornin,

The set a combat them between,

To fight it in the dawnin.

“O stay at hame, my noble lord!

O stay at hame, my marrow!

My cruel brother will you betray,

On the dowy houms o Yarrow.”

“O fare ye weel, my lady gaye!

O fare ye weel, my Sarah!

For I maun gae, tho I neer return

Frae the dowy banks o Yarrow.”

She kissed his cheek, she kaimd his hair,

As she had done before, O;

She belted on his noble brand,

An he’s awa to Yarrow.

O he’s gane up yon high, high hill—

I wat he gaed wi sorrow—

And in a den spied nine armd men,

I the dowy houms o Yarrow.

“O ir ye come to drink the wine,

As ye hae doon before, O?

Or ir ye come to wield the brand,

On the bonny banks o Yarrow?”

“I im no come to drink the wine,

As I hae don before, O,

But I im come to wield the brand,

On the dowy houms o Yarrow.”

Four he hurt, and five he slew,

On the dowy houms o Yarrow,

Till that stubborn knight came him behind.

An ran his body thorrow.

“Gae hame, gae hame, good-brother John,

And tell your sister Sarah

To come and lift her noble lord,

Who’s sleepin sound on Yarrow.”

“Yestreen I dreamed a dolefu dream;

I kend there wad be sorrow;

I dreamd I pu’d the heather green,

On the dowy banks o Yarrow.”

She gaed up yon high, high hill—

I wat she gaed wi sorrow—

An in a den spy’d nine dead men,

On the dowy houms o Yarrow.

She kissed his cheek, she kaimd his hair,

As oft she did before, O;

She drank the red blood frae him ran,

On the dowy houms o Yarrow.

“O haud your tongue, my douchter dear,

For what needs a’ this sorrow?

I’ll wed you on a better lord

Than him you lost on Yarrow.”

“O haud your tongue, my father dear,

An dinna grieve your Sarah;

A better lord was never born

Than him I lost on Yarrow.

“Tak hame your ousen, tak hame your kye,

For they hae bred our sorrow;

I wiss that they had a’ gane mad

Whan they cam first to Yarrow.”