Poem by Anonymous

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.

1. The Banks o’ Glaizart
2. Fare Ye Weel, My Auld Wife
3. Kitty of Coleraine
4. King Cormac’s Crown
5. Gathering of Atholl

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