There were seven sons and two of them twins
There were seven sons in Yarrow
And they all did fight for their own true love
In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow
Oh mother dear, I dreamed a dream
A dream of grief and sorrow
I dreamed I saw my own true love
In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow
Oh daughter dear, I saw your dream
Your dream of grief and sorrow
Your love today is laying slain
In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow
She sought him up, she sought him down
She sought him all through Yarrow
And there she found him laying slain
In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow
Her hair, it was three quarters long
And the color of it was yellow
She wrapped it round his middle so small
And carried him home from Yarrow
Oh mother dear, come make my bed
Come make it soft and narrow
For my true love has died tonight
In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow
She dressed herself in clean white clothes
And away to the waters of Yarrow
And there she lay her sweet self down
And died on the banks of Yarrow