The Dowie Dens Of Yarrow (Live at Canterbury House, Ann Arbor, MI, 10/27/1967) (1st Set)
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There was a lady in Lenore
I ne'er did see her marrow
She was courted by nine gentlemen
And a poor plowboy for a yarrow
These nine sat drinking at the wine
Sat drinking wine in yarrow
And they did count her one a time
To fight for her on yarrow
Well, she washed his face and she combed his hair
As she had done before-o
She made him like the handsome lords
To fight for her on yarrow
And he did fight them one a time
Yea, he did fight most fairly-o
Till from behind one false young man
Did pierce his heart most squarely-o
Oh, father dear, I dreamed a dream
I know it does mean sorrow
I dreamed I pulled the heather and the rue
On the dowie dens of yarrow
So she walked out on yon high, high hill
As she had done before-o
And there she found her lover, Don
Lying pale and cold on yarrow
Now her hair it being three yards long
And the color it was yally-o
She wrapped it round his middle sae small
And she bore him down for a yarrow
Soon nine they came to call on her
Crying, "Which one will ye marry-o?"
She said, "I'll not marry a one of ye
For he slew my love on yarrow
And he left me to sing sorrow."