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Won't you help support DayPoems? The Dowie Houms of YarrowBy Anonymous17th CenturyLATE at een, drinkin' the wine, And ere they paid the lawin', They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawin'. 'O stay at hame, my noble lord! O stay at hame, my marrow! My cruel brother will you betray, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow.' 'O fare ye weel, my lady gay! O fare ye weel, my Sarah! For I maun gae, tho' I ne'er return Frae the dowie banks o' Yarrow.' She kiss'd his cheek, she kamed his hair, As she had done before, O; She belted on his noble brand, An' he 's awa to Yarrow. O he 's gane up yon high, high hill-- I wat he gaed wi' sorrow-- An' in a den spied nine arm'd men, I' the dowie houms o' Yarrow. 'O are ye come to drink the wine, As ye hae doon before, O? Or are ye come to wield the brand, On the dowie banks o' Yarrow?' 'I am no come to drink the wine, As I hae don before, O, But I am come to wield the brand, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow.' Four he hurt, an' five he slew, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow, Till that stubborn knight came him behind, An' ran his body thorrow. 'Gae hame, gae hame, good brother John, An' tell your sister Sarah To come an' lift her noble lord, Who 's sleepin' sound on Yarrow.' 'Yestreen I dream'd a dolefu' dream; I ken'd there wad be sorrow; I dream'd I pu'd the heather green, On the dowie banks o' Yarrow.' She gaed up yon high, high hill-- I wat she gaed wi' sorrow-- An' in a den spied nine dead men, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow. She kiss'd his cheek, she kamed his hair, As oft she did before, O; She drank the red blood frae him ran, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow. 'O haud your tongue, my douchter dear, For what needs a' this sorrow? I'll wed you on a better lord Than him you lost on Yarrow.' 'O haud your tongue, my father dear, An' dinna grieve your Sarah; A better lord was never born Than him I lost on Yarrow. 'Tak hame your ousen, tak hame your kye, For they hae bred our sorrow; I wiss that they had a' gane mad When they cam first to Yarrow.' DayPoems Poem No. 362 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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