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THE BRAES O' YARROW. 71
" I dreamt a dream last night," she says,
" I wish it binna sorrow j I dreamt I was pu'ing the heather green,
Upo' the braes o' Yarrow." «
" I'll read your dream, sister," he says,
" I'll read it into sorrow; Ye're bidden gae take up your love,
He's sleeping sound on Yarrow."
She's torn the ribbons frae her head, «
They were baith thick and narrow;
She's kilted up her green claithing, And she's awa' to Yarrow.
She's taen him in her arms twa,
And gien him kisses thorough, so
And wi' her tears she bath'd his wounds,
Upo' the braes o' Yarrow.
Her father looking ower his castle wa', Beheld his daughter's sorrow;
" O had your tongue, daughter," he says, a " And let be a' your sorrow,
I'll wed you wi' a better lord, Than he that died on Yarrow."
39. To dream of any thing green is regarded in Scotland as unlucky. |
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