Song | Dowie Dens of Yarrow |
Artist | Karine Polwart |
Album | Fairest Floo'er |
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[00:03.99] | There was a lady in the north |
[00:09.10] | You scarce would find her marrow |
[00:14.30] | She was courted by nine gentlemen |
[00:19.53] | And a plooboy lad fae Yarrow |
[00:24.73] | |
[00:26.40] | Well, nine sat drinking at the wine |
[00:31.32] | As oft they'd done afore O |
[00:36.90] | And they made a vow amang themselves |
[00:42.38] | Tae fight for her on Yarrow |
[00:47.39] | |
[00:50.83] | And so he's come ower yon high, high hill |
[00:55.84] | And doon by the den sae narrow |
[01:01.32] | And there he spied nine armed men |
[01:05.69] | Come tae fight wi' him on Yarrow |
[01:11.93] | |
[01:13.78] | He says, "There's nine o' you and but one o' me |
[01:19.82] | It's an unequal marrow" |
[01:24.93] | But I'll fight ye a' noo one by one |
[01:30.50] | On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow |
[01:34.98] | |
[01:37.39] | So it's three he slew and three withdrew |
[01:42.31] | An' three he wounded sairly |
[01:48.63] | 'Til her brother, he came in beyond |
[01:54.39] | And he wounded him maist foully |
[01:59.59] | |
[02:02.00] | "Gae hame, gae hame, ye fause young man |
[02:07.20] | And bring yer sister sorrow |
[02:12.87] | For her ain true love lies pale and wan |
[02:18.35] | On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow” |
[02:30.15] | |
[02:46.12] | "Oh mither, I hae dreamed a dream |
[02:51.51] | A dream o' doul and sorrow |
[02:58.01] | I dreamed I was pu'ing the heathery bells |
[03:05.07] | On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow" |
[03:12.13] | |
[03:12.59] | "Oh daughter dear, I ken yer dream |
[03:17.42] | And I doobt it will bring sorrow |
[03:23.27] | For yer ain true love lies pale and wan |
[03:28.47] | On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow" |
[03:34.23] | |
[03:34.88] | An' so she's run ower yon high, high hill |
[03:39.71] | An' doon by the den sae narrow |
[03:46.03] | And it's there she spied her dear lover John |
[03:53.92] | Lyin' pale and deid on Yarrow |
[03:59.77] | |
[04:03.49] | And so she's washed his face an' she's kaimed his hair |
[04:11.29] | As aft she'd done afore O |
[04:17.14] | And she's wrapped it 'roond her middle sae sma' |
[04:23.27] | And she's carried him hame tae Yarrow |
[04:28.94] | |
[04:33.86] | "Oh haud yer tongue, my daughter dear |
[04:38.78] | What need for a' this sorrow? |
[04:44.82] | I'll wed ye tae a far better man |
[04:50.39] | Than the one who's slain on Yarrow" |
[04:55.60] | |
[04:56.80] | "Oh faither, ye hae seven sons |
[05:01.63] | And ye may wed them a' the morrow |
[05:08.04] | But the fairest floo'er amang them a' |
[05:14.73] | Was the plooboy lad fae Yarrow” |
[05:20.67] | |
[05:25.04] | "Oh mother, mother mak my bed |
[05:30.43] | And mak it saft and narrow |
[05:37.02] | For my love died for me this day |
[05:44.54] | And I'll die for him tomorrow" |
[00:03.99] | There was a lady in the north |
[00:09.10] | You scarce would find her marrow |
[00:14.30] | She was courted by nine gentlemen |
[00:19.53] | And a plooboy lad fae Yarrow |
[00:24.73] | |
[00:26.40] | Well, nine sat drinking at the wine |
[00:31.32] | As oft they' d done afore O |
[00:36.90] | And they made a vow amang themselves |
[00:42.38] | Tae fight for her on Yarrow |
[00:47.39] | |
[00:50.83] | And so he' s come ower yon high, high hill |
[00:55.84] | And doon by the den sae narrow |
[01:01.32] | And there he spied nine armed men |
[01:05.69] | Come tae fight wi' him on Yarrow |
[01:11.93] | |
[01:13.78] | He says, " There' s nine o' you and but one o' me |
[01:19.82] | It' s an unequal marrow" |
[01:24.93] | But I' ll fight ye a' noo one by one |
[01:30.50] | On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow |
[01:34.98] | |
[01:37.39] | So it' s three he slew and three withdrew |
[01:42.31] | An' three he wounded sairly |
[01:48.63] | ' Til her brother, he came in beyond |
[01:54.39] | And he wounded him maist foully |
[01:59.59] | |
[02:02.00] | " Gae hame, gae hame, ye fause young man |
[02:07.20] | And bring yer sister sorrow |
[02:12.87] | For her ain true love lies pale and wan |
[02:18.35] | On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow" |
[02:30.15] | |
[02:46.12] | " Oh mither, I hae dreamed a dream |
[02:51.51] | A dream o' doul and sorrow |
[02:58.01] | I dreamed I was pu' ing the heathery bells |
[03:05.07] | On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow" |
[03:12.13] | |
[03:12.59] | " Oh daughter dear, I ken yer dream |
[03:17.42] | And I doobt it will bring sorrow |
[03:23.27] | For yer ain true love lies pale and wan |
[03:28.47] | On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow" |
[03:34.23] | |
[03:34.88] | An' so she' s run ower yon high, high hill |
[03:39.71] | An' doon by the den sae narrow |
[03:46.03] | And it' s there she spied her dear lover John |
[03:53.92] | Lyin' pale and deid on Yarrow |
[03:59.77] | |
[04:03.49] | And so she' s washed his face an' she' s kaimed his hair |
[04:11.29] | As aft she' d done afore O |
[04:17.14] | And she' s wrapped it ' roond her middle sae sma' |
[04:23.27] | And she' s carried him hame tae Yarrow |
[04:28.94] | |
[04:33.86] | " Oh haud yer tongue, my daughter dear |
[04:38.78] | What need for a' this sorrow? |
[04:44.82] | I' ll wed ye tae a far better man |
[04:50.39] | Than the one who' s slain on Yarrow" |
[04:55.60] | |
[04:56.80] | " Oh faither, ye hae seven sons |
[05:01.63] | And ye may wed them a' the morrow |
[05:08.04] | But the fairest floo' er amang them a' |
[05:14.73] | Was the plooboy lad fae Yarrow" |
[05:20.67] | |
[05:25.04] | " Oh mother, mother mak my bed |
[05:30.43] | And mak it saft and narrow |
[05:37.02] | For my love died for me this day |
[05:44.54] | And I' ll die for him tomorrow" |
[00:03.99] | There was a lady in the north |
[00:09.10] | You scarce would find her marrow |
[00:14.30] | She was courted by nine gentlemen |
[00:19.53] | And a plooboy lad fae Yarrow |
[00:24.73] | |
[00:26.40] | Well, nine sat drinking at the wine |
[00:31.32] | As oft they' d done afore O |
[00:36.90] | And they made a vow amang themselves |
[00:42.38] | Tae fight for her on Yarrow |
[00:47.39] | |
[00:50.83] | And so he' s come ower yon high, high hill |
[00:55.84] | And doon by the den sae narrow |
[01:01.32] | And there he spied nine armed men |
[01:05.69] | Come tae fight wi' him on Yarrow |
[01:11.93] | |
[01:13.78] | He says, " There' s nine o' you and but one o' me |
[01:19.82] | It' s an unequal marrow" |
[01:24.93] | But I' ll fight ye a' noo one by one |
[01:30.50] | On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow |
[01:34.98] | |
[01:37.39] | So it' s three he slew and three withdrew |
[01:42.31] | An' three he wounded sairly |
[01:48.63] | ' Til her brother, he came in beyond |
[01:54.39] | And he wounded him maist foully |
[01:59.59] | |
[02:02.00] | " Gae hame, gae hame, ye fause young man |
[02:07.20] | And bring yer sister sorrow |
[02:12.87] | For her ain true love lies pale and wan |
[02:18.35] | On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow" |
[02:30.15] | |
[02:46.12] | " Oh mither, I hae dreamed a dream |
[02:51.51] | A dream o' doul and sorrow |
[02:58.01] | I dreamed I was pu' ing the heathery bells |
[03:05.07] | On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow" |
[03:12.13] | |
[03:12.59] | " Oh daughter dear, I ken yer dream |
[03:17.42] | And I doobt it will bring sorrow |
[03:23.27] | For yer ain true love lies pale and wan |
[03:28.47] | On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow" |
[03:34.23] | |
[03:34.88] | An' so she' s run ower yon high, high hill |
[03:39.71] | An' doon by the den sae narrow |
[03:46.03] | And it' s there she spied her dear lover John |
[03:53.92] | Lyin' pale and deid on Yarrow |
[03:59.77] | |
[04:03.49] | And so she' s washed his face an' she' s kaimed his hair |
[04:11.29] | As aft she' d done afore O |
[04:17.14] | And she' s wrapped it ' roond her middle sae sma' |
[04:23.27] | And she' s carried him hame tae Yarrow |
[04:28.94] | |
[04:33.86] | " Oh haud yer tongue, my daughter dear |
[04:38.78] | What need for a' this sorrow? |
[04:44.82] | I' ll wed ye tae a far better man |
[04:50.39] | Than the one who' s slain on Yarrow" |
[04:55.60] | |
[04:56.80] | " Oh faither, ye hae seven sons |
[05:01.63] | And ye may wed them a' the morrow |
[05:08.04] | But the fairest floo' er amang them a' |
[05:14.73] | Was the plooboy lad fae Yarrow" |
[05:20.67] | |
[05:25.04] | " Oh mother, mother mak my bed |
[05:30.43] | And mak it saft and narrow |
[05:37.02] | For my love died for me this day |
[05:44.54] | And I' ll die for him tomorrow" |