These words to me’s great sorrow;
A brighter O shall there never spread
Than I have lost in Yarrow.’
11
This lady being big with child,
And full of lamentation,
She died unto her father’s arms,
Among the stubborn nation.
These words to me’s great sorrow;
A brighter O shall there never spread
Than I have lost in Yarrow.’
11
This lady being big with child,
And full of lamentation,
She died unto her father’s arms,
Among the stubborn nation.