| There were seven suns and two of them twins
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| There were seven suns in Yarrow
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| And they all did fight for their own true love
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| In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow
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| Oh mother dear, I dreamed a dream
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| A dream of grief and sorrow
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| I dreamed I saw my own true love
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| In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow
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| Oh daughter dear, I saw your dream
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| Your dream of grief and sorrow
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| Your love today is laying slay
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| In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow
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| She sought him up, she sought him down
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| She sought him all through Yarrow
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| And there she found him laying slay
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| In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow
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| Her hair, it was three quarters long
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| And the color of it was yellow
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| She rocked it around his middle so small
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| And carried him home from Yarrow
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| Oh mother dear, come make my bed
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| Come make it soft and narrow
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| For my true love has died tonight
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| In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow
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| She dressed herself in clean white clothes
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| And away to the waters of Yarrow
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| And there she lay her sweet self down
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| And died on the banks of Yarrow |