Traditional & Folk Songs with lyrics & midi music www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Banks of Yarrow (4) 
(alternate:) 
Banks of Yarrow (4) 
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... 
Oh came you by yon waterside Pulled you the rose or lily Or came you by yon meadow green Or saw you my sweet Willy? 
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 
Yestereen I made my bed full broad Tonight I'll make it narrow For all the livelong winter's night I lie twined of my marrow 
My Willie's fair, my Willie's rare My Willie's wondrous bonnie He promised he would marry me If ever he married any 
alternate verse 4: She sought him east she sought him west She sought him broad and narrow Till in the clifting of a craig She found him drownd in Yarrow 
Child #215 sung by Helen Schneyer, Ed Trickett tunes from Sedley, Seeds of Love
 tune B collected from Lucy Broadwood of Peebleshire 
SOF