1.

Late at een, drinkin the wine,
Or early in a mornin,
The set a combat them between,
To fight it in the dawnin.

2.

" 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. "

3.

" 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. "

4.

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.

5.

O he's gane up yon high, high hill —
I wat he gaed wi sorrow —
An in a den spied nine armd men,
I the dowy houms o Yarrow.

6.

" O ir ye come to drink the wine,
As ye hae doon before, O?
Or ir ye come to wield the brand,
On the dowy banks o Yarrow. "

7.

" 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. "

8.

Four he hurt, an five he slew,
On the dowy houms o Yarrow,
Till that stubborn knight came him behind,
An ran his body thorrow.

9.

" Gae hame, gae hame, good-brother John,
An tell your sister Sarah
To come an lift her noble lord,
Who's sleepin sound on Yarrow. "

10.

" Yestreen I dreamd a dolefu dream;
I kend there wad be sorrow;
I dreamd I pu'd the heather green,
On the dowy banks o Yarrow. "

11.

She gaed up yon high, high hill —
I wat she gaed wi sorrow —
An in a den spy'd nine deadmen,
On the dowy houms o Yarrow. "

12.

She kissd 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.

13.

" 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. "

14.

" O haud your tongue, my father dear,
An dinna grieve your Sarah;
A better lord was never born
Than him I lost on Yarrow.

15.

" Tak hame your ousen, tak hame your kye,
For they hae bred our sorrow;
I wiss that they had a' gane mad
When they cam first to Yarrow. "