He’s ridden into Yarrow,
And there he espied all the nine,
Watering their steeds in Yarrow.
6
‘Ye’r welcome, welcome, young man,’ they said,
‘But I think ye are not our marrow;’
‘But I’ll fight ye all out, one by one,
In the dowie dens o Yarrow.’
7
Four he has wounded, five he has slain,