"He's sleepin sound on Yarrow."——

"Yestreen I dream'd a dolefu' dream;

"I fear there will be sorrow!

"I dream'd, I pu'd the heather green,

"Wi' my true love, on Yarrow.

"O gentle wind, that bloweth south,

"From where my love repaireth,

"Convey a kiss from his dear mouth,

"And tell me how he fareth!

"But in the glen strive armed men;