Luyện nghe bài hát Dens of Yarrow

There were seven and two of them twins
There seven sons in Yarrow
And all did fight for their own true love
In the dewy, dewy of Yarrow

Oh mother dear, I dreamed a
A of grief and sorrow
I dreamed I saw my own true
In the dewy, dens of Yarrow

Oh dear, I saw your dream
Your dream of grief and
love today is laying slain
In the dewy, dewy of Yarrow

She sought him up, she him down
She sought him all Yarrow
And there she found him slain
In the dewy, dewy of Yarrow

Her hair, it was quarters long
And the color of it was
She wrapped it his middle so small
And carried him from Yarrow

Oh dear, come make my bed
make it soft and narrow
For my true love has died
In the dewy, dewy dens of

She dressed herself in clean clothes
And to the waters of Yarrow
And there she lay her sweet down
And died on the banks of