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The Flower of Yarrow


O, MARY ’s red, and Mary ’s white,
And Mary she ’s the king’s delight;
The king’s delight and the prince’s marrow,
Mary Scott, the flower of Yarrow.

When I look east, my heart grows sair;
But when I look west, it ’s mair and mair;
And when I look to the banks of Yarrow,
There I mind my winsome marrow.

Now she ’s gone to Edinburgh town,
To buy braw ribbons to tie her gown;
She ’s bought them broad, and laid them narrow,—
Mary Scott is the flower of Yarrow.





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