Biography:
Karine Polwart (born 1971) is a Scottish singer-songwriter. She writes and performs music with a strong folk and roots feel, and her songs cover a wide area, from alcoholism to genocide.
Despite winning the Horizon Award for Best Newcomer at the BBC Folk Awards 2005, Karine Polwart is no newcomer to the folk world, having previously been a member of Malinky and Battlefield Band. Her solo career is new, and it is for this that she has been particularly recognised.
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[Intro]
Am
[Verse]
C Am
There was a lady in the north
F E
You scarce would find her marrow
C E
She was courted by nine gentlemen
Am F Am
And a plooboy lad fae Yarrow
[Verse]
C Am
Well, nine sat drinking at the wine
F E
As oft they'd done afore-o
C E
And they made a vow amang themselves
Am F Am
Tae fight for her on Yarrow
[Verse]
C Am
And so he's come ower yon high, high hill
F E
And doon by the den sae narrow
C E
And there he spied nine armed men
Am F Am
Come tae fight wi' him on Yarrow
[Verse]
C Am
He says, "There's nine o' you and but one o' me
F E
It's an unequal marrow"
C E
But I'll fight ye a' noo one by one
Am F Am
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow
[Verse]
C Am
So it's three he slew and three withdrew
F E
An' three he wounded sairly
C E
'Til her brother, he came in beyond
Am F Am
And he wounded him maist foully
[Verse]
C Am
"Gae hame, gae hame, ye fause young man
F E
And bring yer sister sorrow
C E
For her ain true love lies pale and wan
Am F Am
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow”
[Verse]
C Am
"Oh mither, I hae dreamed a dream
F E
A dream o' doul and sorrow
C E
I dreamed I was pu'ing the heathery bells
Am F Am
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow"
[Verse]
C Am
"Oh, daughter dear, I ken yer dream
F E
And I doobt it will bring sorrow
C E
For yer ain true love lies pale and wan
Am F Am
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow"
[Verse]
C Am
An' so she's run ower yon high, high hill
F E
An' doon by the den sae narrow
C E
And it's there she spied her dear lover, John
Am F Am
Lyin' pale and deid on Yarrow
[Verse]
C Am
And so she's washed his face an' she's kaimed his hair
F E
As aft she'd done afore-o
C E
And she's wrapped it 'roond her middle sae sma'
Am F Am
And she's carried him hame tae Yarrow
[Verse]
C Am
"Oh haud yer tongue, my daughter dear
F E
What need for a' this sorrow?
C E
I'll wed ye tae a far better man
Am F Am
Than the one who's slain on Yarrow"
[Verse]
C Am
"Oh faither, ye hae seven sons
F E
And ye may wed them a' the morrow
C E
But the fairest floo'er amang them a'
Am F Am
Was the plooboy lad fae Yarrow”
[Verse]
C Am
"Oh mother, mother mak my bed
F E
And mak it saft and narrow
C E
For my love died for me this day
Am F Am
And I'll die for him tomorrow"
Am
[Verse]
C Am
There was a lady in the north
F E
You scarce would find her marrow
C E
She was courted by nine gentlemen
Am F Am
And a plooboy lad fae Yarrow
[Verse]
C Am
Well, nine sat drinking at the wine
F E
As oft they'd done afore-o
C E
And they made a vow amang themselves
Am F Am
Tae fight for her on Yarrow
[Verse]
C Am
And so he's come ower yon high, high hill
F E
And doon by the den sae narrow
C E
And there he spied nine armed men
Am F Am
Come tae fight wi' him on Yarrow
[Verse]
C Am
He says, "There's nine o' you and but one o' me
F E
It's an unequal marrow"
C E
But I'll fight ye a' noo one by one
Am F Am
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow
[Verse]
C Am
So it's three he slew and three withdrew
F E
An' three he wounded sairly
C E
'Til her brother, he came in beyond
Am F Am
And he wounded him maist foully
[Verse]
C Am
"Gae hame, gae hame, ye fause young man
F E
And bring yer sister sorrow
C E
For her ain true love lies pale and wan
Am F Am
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow”
[Verse]
C Am
"Oh mither, I hae dreamed a dream
F E
A dream o' doul and sorrow
C E
I dreamed I was pu'ing the heathery bells
Am F Am
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow"
[Verse]
C Am
"Oh, daughter dear, I ken yer dream
F E
And I doobt it will bring sorrow
C E
For yer ain true love lies pale and wan
Am F Am
On the Dowie Dens o' Yarrow"
[Verse]
C Am
An' so she's run ower yon high, high hill
F E
An' doon by the den sae narrow
C E
And it's there she spied her dear lover, John
Am F Am
Lyin' pale and deid on Yarrow
[Verse]
C Am
And so she's washed his face an' she's kaimed his hair
F E
As aft she'd done afore-o
C E
And she's wrapped it 'roond her middle sae sma'
Am F Am
And she's carried him hame tae Yarrow
[Verse]
C Am
"Oh haud yer tongue, my daughter dear
F E
What need for a' this sorrow?
C E
I'll wed ye tae a far better man
Am F Am
Than the one who's slain on Yarrow"
[Verse]
C Am
"Oh faither, ye hae seven sons
F E
And ye may wed them a' the morrow
C E
But the fairest floo'er amang them a'
Am F Am
Was the plooboy lad fae Yarrow”
[Verse]
C Am
"Oh mother, mother mak my bed
F E
And mak it saft and narrow
C E
For my love died for me this day
Am F Am
And I'll die for him tomorrow"
Karl Dall
Karl Ganzer
Karl Hahn
Karl Hammel Jr.
Karl Jenkins