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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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The Dorvie Houms of Tarrovo
i
LATE at een, drinkin' the wine, And ere they paid the lawin', They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawin'.
II
' O stay at hame, my noble lord '.
O stay at hame, my marrow ! My cruel brother will you betray,
On the dowie houms o' Yarrow.'—
in
' O fare ye weel, my lady gay !
O fare ye weel, my Sarah ! For I maun gae, tho' I ne'er return
Frae the dowie banks o' Yarrow.'
IV
She kiss'd his cheek, she kamed his hairr
As she had done before, O; She belted on his noble brand,
An' he 's awa to Yarrow.
O he 's gane up yon high, high hill—-
I wat he gaed wi' sorrow— An' in a den spied nine arm'd men,
I' the dowie houms o' Yarrow.
lawin'] reckoning.          marrow] married mate.           dowie}
doleful.          houms] water-meads.
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