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THE DOWIE HOUMS OF YARROW
' O are ye come to drink the wine,
As ye hae doon before, O ? Or are ye come to wield the brand,
On the dowie houms o' Yarrow ? '—
' I am no come to drink the wine,
As I hae done before, O, But I am come to wield the brand,
On the dowie houms o' Yarrow.'
Four he hurt an' five he slew, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow,
Till that stubborn knight came him behind, An' ran his body thorrow.
' Gae hame, gae hame, good brother John,
An' tell your sister Sarah To come an' lift her noble lord,
Who's sleepin' sound on Yarrow.'
' Yestreen I dream'd a dolefu' dream ;
I ken'd. there wad be sorrow ; I dream'd I pu'd the heather green,
On the dowie banks o' Yarrow.'
She gaed up yon high, high hill— I wat she gaed wi' sorrow—
An' in a den spied nine dead men, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow.