Am

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                 C      Am
There was a lady in the north
    F                        E
You scarce would find her marrow
        C               E
She was courted by nine gentlemen
      Am              F  Am
And a plooboy lad fae Yarrow

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                        C      Am
Well, nine sat drinking at the wine
   F                     E
As oft they'd done afore-o
         C           E
And they made a vow amang themselves
    Am               F  Am
Tae fight for her on Yarrow

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                          C          Am
And so he's come ower yon high, high hill
    F                      E
And doon by the den sae narrow
    C              E
And there he spied nine armed men
         Am               F  Am
Come tae fight wi' him on Yarrow

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                          C                  Am
He says, "There's nine o' you and but one o' me
F                  E
It's an unequal marrow"
         C               E
But I'll fight ye a' noo one by one
       Am            F  Am
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow

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                          C         Am
So it's three he slew and three withdrew
    F                    E
An' three he wounded sairly
         C                E
'Til her brother, he came in beyond
       Am                F   Am
And he wounded him maist foully

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                        C           Am
"Gae hame, gae hame, ye fause young man
    F                   E
And bring yer sister sorrow
        C                  E
For her ain true love lies pale and wan
       Am            F  Am
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow”

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                  C         Am
"Oh mither, I hae dreamed a dream
  F                    E
A dream o' doul and sorrow
                C                   E
I dreamed I was pu'ing the heathery bells
       Am            F  Am
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow"

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                      C       Am
"Oh, daughter dear, I ken yer dream
      F                      E
And I doobt it will bring sorrow
        C                  E
For yer ain true love lies pale and wan
       Am            F  Am
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow"

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                      C              Am
An' so she's run ower yon high, high hill
    F                      E
An' doon by the den sae narrow
         C                   E
And it's there she spied her dear lover, John
      Am               F  Am
Lyin' pale and deid on Yarrow

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                                       C          Am
And so she's washed his face an' she's kaimed his hair
   F                    E
As aft she'd done afore-o
          C                     E
And she's wrapped it 'roond her middle sae sma'
          Am                   F  Am
And she's carried him hame tae Yarrow

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                        C        Am
"Oh haud yer tongue, my daughter dear
     F                   E
What need for a' this sorrow?
     C            E
I'll wed ye tae a far better man
         Am                 F  Am
Than the one who's slain on Yarrow"

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                    C     Am
"Oh faither, ye hae seven sons
           F                  E
And ye may wed them a' the morrow
        C                E
But the fairest floo'er amang them a'
        Am              F  Am
Was the plooboy lad fae Yarrow”

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                   C      Am
"Oh mother, mother mak my bed
    F                  E
And mak it saft and narrow
    C                E
For my love died for me this day
         Am           F   Am
And I'll die for him tomorrow"