A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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Wash, O wash Ms wounds, his wounds in tears^
His wounds in teai's, with dule and sorrow.
And wrap his Hmbs in mourning weids.
And lay him on the braes of Yarrow.
Then build, then build, ye sisters sisters sad,
Ye sisters sad, his tomb with sorrow.
And weep around in waeful wise.
His hapless fate on the braes of Yarrow.
Curse ye, curse y-e, his useless useless shield.
My arm that v/rought the deed of sorrow,
"The fatal spear that pierced his breast.
His comely breast on the braes of Yarrow.
Did I ndt warn thee not to lue.
And warn from fight? but to my sorrow^
-O'er rashly bald, a stronger arm
Thou met'st, and fell on the braes of Yarrow.
Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows
the grass.
Yellow on Yarrow's banks the gowan.
Fair haKgs the apple frae the rock.
Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan.
Flows Yarrow sweet? as sweet as sweet flows Tweed,
As green its grass, its gowan yellow.
As sweet smells on its braes the birk.
The apple frae the rock as mellow.
Fair was thy luve, fair fair indeed thy luve.
In flow'ry bands thou him didst fetter
Tho' he was fair and weil beluv'd again.
Than me^ he never lued thee better.
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