[Intro]
This is a song that I enjoy doing, very much. It's an old Scottish thing called yarrow

[Verse]
There was a lady in the nor'
I ne're did see her mare o
She was courted by nine gentlemen
And a poor plowboy frae Yarrow
These nine sat drinking at the wine
Sat drinking wine in Yarrow
And they did 'cide bemongst themselves
To fight for her on Yarrow
Now she washed his face and she caned his hair
As she had done before o
She made him like the handsome lord
To fight for her on Yarrow
And he did fight them one a time
Yay he did fight most fairly
'Til from behind one false young man
Did pierce his heart most squarely
O father did I dreamed a dream
I know it does mean sorrow
I dreamed I pulled the heather and the rue
On the Dowie Dens of Yarrow
So she walked out on yon high, high hill
As she had done before o
And there she found her lover gone
Lyin' pale and cold on Yarrow
Now her hair it bein' three yards long
And the color, it was yellow
She wrapped it 'round his middle sae small
And she bore him down frae Yarrow
Soon nine they came to call on her
Cryin which one will she mare o
She said I'll not marry a one aye ye
For ye slew me love on Yarrow
And you left me to sing sorrow