1. For I have dreamed a dreary dream. Oh, who is free of sorrow? Oh, my love was dead on a leafy bed Beside the river Yarrow. Oh, my love was dead on a leafy bed Beside the river Yarrow.
2. And many men did come and go, And all were armed with knife. They've slain, they've slain my own dear swain. They've twined him of his life. They've slain, they've slain my own dear swain. They've twined him of his life.
3. It's I will read your dreary dream. It's I will tell your sorrow. It's I will tell you that your love Is dead beside the Yarrow. It's I will tell you that your love Is dead beside the Yarrow.