Oh, Willie's rare and Willie's fair And Willie's wondrous bonny And Willie hecht to marry me Before he married any Yestreen I made my bed so broad This night I'll make it narrow For all the livelong winter's night I'll lie twined of my marrow Oh, come ye by yon waterside Pulled ye the rose or lily Or come ye by yon meadow green And saw you my sweet Willie? She sought him east, she sought him west She sought him broad and narrow 'Til in the cleaving of a craig She found him drowned in Yarrow