The book of British ballads . W>z Hofofe Unts of |) O fare ye weel, my ladye gaye ! 0 fare ye weel, my Sarah! For I maun gae, though I neer returnFrae the dowie banks o Yarrow. She kissed his cheek, she kaimed his hair,As oft she had done before, O ; She belted him with his noble brand,And hes away to Yarrow. As he gaed up the Tennies bank, 1 wot he gaed wi sorrow, Till, down in a den, he spied nine armed men,On the dowie houms of Yarrow. O ! come ye here to part your land, The bonnie forest thorough ?Or come ye here to wield your brand, On the dowie houms of Yarrow ?— I come not he

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The book of British ballads . W>z Hofofe Unts of |) O fare ye weel, my ladye gaye ! 0 fare ye weel, my Sarah! For I maun gae, though I neer returnFrae the dowie banks o Yarrow. She kissed his cheek, she kaimed his hair,As oft she had done before, O ; She belted him with his noble brand,And hes away to Yarrow. As he gaed up the Tennies bank, 1 wot he gaed wi sorrow, Till, down in a den, he spied nine armed men,On the dowie houms of Yarrow. O ! come ye here to part your land, The bonnie forest thorough ?Or come ye here to wield your brand, On the dowie houms of Yarrow ?— I come not here to part my land,And neither to beg nor borrow ; I come to wield my noble brand,On the bonnie banks of Yarrow. If I see all, ye re nine to ane, And thats an unequal marrow ; Yet will I fight while lasts my brand,On the bonnie banks of Yarrow. Four has he hurt, and five has slain,On the bonnie braes of Yarrow ; Till that stubborn knight came him behind,And ran his body thorough. Gae hame, gae hame, good brother John, And tell your sister SarahTo come and

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