#a.# In the handwriting of James Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd, about 1801; now in a volume with the title “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 136, Abbotsford. #b.# Scott’s Minstrelsy, III, 72, 1803, III, 143, 1833. 1 Late at een, drinkin the wine, Or early in a mornin, The set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawnin. 2 ‘O stay at hame, my noble lord! O stay at hame, my marrow! My cruel brother will you betray, On the dowy houms o Yarrow.’ 3 ‘O fare ye weel, my lady gaye! O fare ye weel, my Sarah! For I maun gae, tho I neer return Frae the dowy banks o Yarrow.’ 4 She kissd his cheek, she kaimd his hair, As she had done before, O; She belted on his noble brand, An he’s awa to Yarrow. 5 O he’s gane up yon high, high hill— I wat he gaed wi sorrow— An in a den spied nine armd men, I the dowy houms o Yarrow. 6 ‘O ir ye come to drink the wine, As ye hae doon before, O? Or ir ye come to wield the brand, On the bonny banks o Yarrow?’ 7 ‘I im no come to drink the wine, As I hae don before, O, But I im come to wield the brand, On the dowy houms o Yarrow.’ 8 Four he hurt, an five he slew, On the dowy houms o Yarrow, Till that stubborn knight came him behind, An ran his body thorrow. 9 ‘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.’ 10 ‘Yestreen I dreamd a dolefu dream; I kend there wad be sorrow; I dreamd I pu’d the heather green, On the dowy banks o Yarrow.’ 11 She gaed up yon high, high hill— I wat she gaed wi sorrow— An in a den spy’d nine dead men, On the dowy houms o Yarrow. 12 She kissd his cheek, she kaimd his hair, As oft she did before, O; She drank the red blood frae him ran, On the dowy houms o Yarrow. 13 ‘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.’ 14 ‘O haud your tongue, my father dear, An dinna grieve your Sarah; A better lord was never born Than him I lost on Yarrow. 15 ‘Tak hame your ousen, tak hame your kye, For they hae bred our sorrow; I wiss that they had a’ gane mad Whan they cam first to Yarrow.’ * * * * * F “From Nelly Laidlaw.” In the handwriting of William Laidlaw, “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 20 a, Abbotsford. 1 Late in the eenin, drinkin the wine, Or early in the mornin, The set a combat them between, To fight it out i the dawnin. 2 She’s kissd his lips, an she’s caimd his hair, As she did ay afore, O, She’s belted him in his noble brown, Afore he gaed to Yarrow.