willies fair and willies rare and willies wondrous bonny and hes promised to take my hand if ever he takes any sister dear ive dreamed a dream im afraid it is of sorrow i dreamed i saw the heather green in the dowie dens of yarrow sister dear ill read your dream read in it grief and sorrow the green it brings misfortune here and your love is drowned in yarrow she sought him up she sought him down ran with the speed and sorrow she found him neath a bush of broom in the dowie dens of yarrow her hair it was five quarters long the colour it was yellow and she tied it to his middle small and pull him out of yarrow my bed it was wide yesterday today it shall be narrow and theres neer a man lie by my side since willies drowned in yarrow1