And that's an unequal marrow;
Yet will I fight while lasts my brand,
On the bonnie banks of Yarrow.'
Four has he hurt, and five has slain,
On the bludie braes of Yarrow;
Till that stubborn knight came him behind
And ran his body thorough.
'Yestreen I dreamed a doleful dream;
I fear there will be sorrow!
I dreamed I pu'd the heather green,