2
Ae nicht the nine sat drinkin wine
To the lass wha had nae marrow,
When the ploughman swore, tho they were a score
He wad fecht them a’ in Yarrow.
3
It’s he’s gane ower yon high, high hill,
And doon yon glen sae narrow,
An there he saw nine armëd men,
To fecht wi him in Yarrow.