Текст песни «B. - Banks Of Yarrow»

BANKS OF YARROW

My Willie's fair, my Willie's rare
My Willie's wondrous bonnie
He promised he would marry me
If ever he married any
any, any, if ever he married any
He promised he would marry me
If ever he married any

My Willie's to the hunting gone
Afraid that he might tarry
He sent a letter back to me
That he was too young to marry
marry, marry ...

Last night I had a dreadful dream
Twas full of pain and sorrow
I dreamt I was pulling the heather so green
High upon the banks of Yarrow...

She wondered high, she wandered low
High on the braes of Yarrow
'Til right beneath a rock she found
Her true love drowned in the Yarrow

Her hair it was three quarters long
The color of it was yellow
She's turned it round her Willie's waist
And she's pulled him out of the Yarrow

My Willie's fair, my Willie's rare
My Willie's wondrous bonnie
He promised he would marry me
If ever he married any

Child #215
@love @death
sung by Helen Schneyer, Ed Trickett
filename[ YARROW2
SF
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