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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Braes O' Yarrow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Late at e'en, drinking the wine,<br> And ere they paid the lawing,<br> They set a combat them between,<br> To fight it in the dawing.<br> 'What though ye be my sister's lord<br> We'll cross our swords to-morrow.'<br> 'What though my wife your sister be,<br> I'll meet ye then on Yarrow.'<br> 'O stay at hame, my ain gude lord!<br> O stay, my ain dear marrow!<br> My cruel brither will you betray<br> On the dowie banks of Yarrow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'O fare ye weel, my lady dear!<br> And put aside your sorrow;<br> For if I gae, I'll sune return<br> Frae the bonny banks o' Yarrow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She kiss'd his cheek, she kaimed his hair,<br> As oft she'd done before, O;<br> She belted him with his gude brand,<br> And he's awa' to Yarrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When he gaed up the Tennies bank,<br> As he gaed mony a morrow,<br> Nine armed men lay in a den<br> On the dowie braes o' Yarrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'O come ye here to hunt or hawk<br> The bonny Forest thorough?<br> Or come ye here to wield your brand<br> Upon the banks o' Yarrow?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'I come not here to hunt or hawk<br> As oft I've dune before, O,<br> But I come here to wield my brand<br> Upon the banks o' Yarrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'If ye attack me nine to ane,<br> That God may send ye sorrow!--<br> Yet will I fight while stand I may,<br> On the bonny banks o' Yarrow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Two has he hurt, and three has slain,<br> On the bloody braes o' Yarrow;<br> But the stubborn knight crept in behind,<br> And pierced his body thorough. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Gae hame, gae hame, you brither John,<br> And tell your sister sorrow,--<br> To come and lift her leafu' lord<br> On the dowie banks o' Yarrow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Her brither John gaed ower the hill,<br> As oft he'd dune before, O;<br> There he met his sister dear,<br> Cam' rinnin' fast to Yarrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'I dreamt a dream last night,' she says,<br> 'I wish it binna sorrow;<br> I dreamt I pu'd the heather green<br> Wi' my true love on Yarrow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'I'll read your dream, sister,' he says,<br> 'I'll read it into sorrow;<br> Ye're bidden go take up your love,<br> He's sleeping sound on Yarrow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She's torn the ribbons frae her head<br> That were baith braid and narrow;<br> She's kilted up her lang claithing,<br> And she's awa' to Yarrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She's ta'en him in her arms twa,<br> And gi'en him kisses thorough;<br> She sought to bind his many wounds,<br> But he lay dead on Yarrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'O haud your tongue,' her father says,<br> 'And let be a' your sorrow;<br> I'll wed you to a better lord<br> Than him you lost on Yarrow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'O haud your tongue, father,' she says,<br> 'Far warse ye make my sorrow;<br> A better lord could never be<br> Than him that lies on Yarrow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She kiss'd his lips, she kaimed his hair,<br> As aft she'd dune before, O;<br> And there with grief her heart did break<br> Upon the banks o' Yarrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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 And ere they paid the lawing,
 They set a combat them between,
 To fight it in the dawing.
 'What though ye be my sister's lord
 We'll cross our swords to-morrow.'
 'What though my wife your sister be,
 I'll meet ..."></div>
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