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Communicated to Percy by Dr William Robertson, Principal of Edinburgh.

1

‘I dreamed a dreary dream this night,

That fills my heart wi sorrow;

I dreamed I was pouing the heather green

Upon the braes of Yarrow.

2

‘O true-luve mine, stay still and dine,

As ye ha done before, O;’

‘O I’ll be hame by hours nine,

And frae the braes of Yarrow.’

3

I dreamed a dreary dream this night,

That fills my heart wi sorrow;

I dreamed my luve came headless hame,

O frae the braes of Yarrow!

4

‘O true-luve mine, stay still and dine,

As ye ha done before, O;’

‘O I’ll be hame by hours nine,

And frae the braes of Yarrow.’

5

‘O are ye going to hawke,’ she says,

‘As ye ha done before, O?

Or are ye going to weild your brand,

Upon the braes of Yarrow?’

6

‘O I am not going to hawke,’ he says,

‘As I have done before, O,

But for to meet your brother Jhon,

Upon the braes of Yarrow.’

7

As he gade down yon dowy den,

Sorrow went him before, O;

Nine well-wight men lay waiting him,

Upon the braes of Yarrow.

8

‘I have your sister to my wife,

‘Ye’ think me an unmeet marrow;

But yet one foot will I never flee

Now frae the braes of Yarrow.’

9

‘Than’ four he killd and five did wound,

That was an unmeet marrow!

‘And he had weel nigh wan the day

Upon the braes of Yarrow.’

10

‘Bot’ a cowardly ‘loon’ came him behind,

Our Lady lend him sorrow!

And wi a rappier pierced his heart,

And laid him low on Yarrow.

11

‘Now Douglas’ to his sister’s gane,

Wi meikle dule and sorrow:

‘Gae to your luve, sister,’ he says,

‘He’s sleeping sound on Yarrow.’

12

As she went down yon dowy den,

Sorrow went her before, O;

She saw her true-love lying slain

Upon the braes of Yarrow.

13

‘She swoond thrice upon his breist

That was her dearest marrow;

Said, Ever alace and wae the day

Thou wentst frae me to Yarrow!’

14

She kist his mouth, she kaimed his hair,

As she had done before, O;

She ‘wiped’ the blood that trickled doun

Upon the braes of Yarrow.

15

Her hair it was three quarters lang,

It hang baith side and yellow;

She tied it round ‘her’ white hause-bane,

‘And tint her life on Yarrow.’