And he's away to Yarrow.
O he's gane up yon high, high hill,
I wot he gaed wi' sorrow,
An' in a den spied nine arm'd men,
I' the dowie houms of Yarrow.
(marrow, mate. houms, marshes. dowie, gloomy.)
"O are ye come to drink the wine,
As ye hae doon before, oh?
Or are ye come to wield the brand,
On the bonny banks of Yarrow?"—