Yarrow - Bert Jansch
Written by：Traditional
One scarse could find her tomorrow
She was courted by nine gentlemen
And a ploughboy lad from ya arrow
These nine sat drinking at the wine
As they had done before
They made a vow amongst themselves
To fight for her on ya arrow
She's counted has it
Washed his face
As she has done before
Gave him a brand down by his side
To fight for her on ya arrow
It's three he's wounded and three withdrew
And three he's killed on ya arrow
Till her brother John stand in behind
And pierced his body through
Oh father dear father I dreamed a dream
I fear it will prove sorrow
I dreamed I was pulling and the heather bell
On they dowy dens of ya arrow
