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The Braes o Yarrow

No: 214; variant: 214H

  1. 'TWAS late at evening drinking wine, And early in the morning, He set a combat them among, And he fought it in the morning.

  1. 'I have two swords by my side, They cost me both gold and money; Take ye the best, I'll take the worst, Come man for man, I'll try ye.'
  2. He has foughten them all round, His equal man and marrow, While up bespake the stubborn lord, 'He's made them sleep in Yarrow.'
  3. He says, Go home, my daughter Ann, And tell your sister Sarah To come and lift her stubborn lord; The lad's made him sleep in Yarrow.
  4. As she gaed up yon high, high hill, I wot she gaed right sorrow, And in a den spied nine well armd men, In the dowie dens of Yarrow.
  5. 'My love was dressd in the finest robes, And of the finest tartan, And now he's a' clad oer wi red, He's bloody to the gartan!'
  6. 'O hold yer tongue, daughter!' he says, 'That would breed but sorrow; Ye shall be wed to a finer lord Than the one you've lost in Yarrow.'
  7. 'Hold your tongue, father!' she says, 'For that will breed but sorrow; A finer lord can neer be born Than the one I've lost in Yarrow.
  8. 'Take hame yer ox, and take hame yer kye, You've bred me muckle sorrow; I wish they'd a' gane mad that day, That day they came to Yarrow.'
  9. This woman being big wi child, And full of lamentation, She died into her father's arms, Among that stubborn nation.