Bonny Barbara Allan (1823)/Yarrow braes
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YARROW.
I dream'd a dreary dream last night;
God keep us a' frae sorrow!
I dream'd I pu'd the birk sae green,
Wi' my true love on Yarrow.
I'll read your dream, my sister dear,
I'll tell you a' your sorrow:
Ye pu'd the birk wi' your true luve:
He's kill'd, he's kill'd on Yarrow.
O gentle wind that blows th south
To where my love repaireth,
Convey a kiss from his dear mouth,
And tell me how he fareth!
But o'er yon glen run arm'd men.
Have wrought me dool and sorrow:
They've slain, they've slain the comliest swain
He bleeding lies on Yarrow.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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