‘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.