The Braes of Yarrow

I dreamed a dreary dream last night

That filled my heart with sorrow:

I dreamt I pulled the heather green

Upon the braes of Yarrow.

I dreamed a dreary dream last night,

That filled my heart with sorrow:

I dreamt my love came headless home,

Upon the braes of Yarrow.

O gentle wind that bloweth south,

to where my love repaireth;

Convey a kiss from her dear mouth,

And tell me how she fareth.