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CLERK SAUNDERS. |
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Then out and spake the fifth o' them, " It were great sin true love to twain ! "
And out and spake the sixth of them,
" It were shame to slay a sleeping man ! " m
Then up and gat the seventh o' them,
And never a word spake he; But he has striped his bright brown brand
Out through Clerk Saunders' fair bodye.
Clerk Saunders he started, and Margaret she turn'd «
Into his arms as asleep she lay; And sad and silent was the night
That was atween thir twae.
And they lay still and sleeped sound,
Until the day began to daw; «
And kindly to him she did say,
" It is time, true love, you were awa."
But he lay still, and sleeped sound,
Albeit the sun began to sheen; She looked atween her and the wa', as
And dull and drowsie were his een.
Then in and came her father dear, Said—" Let a' your mourning be :
I'll carry the dead corpse to the clay,
And I'll come back and comfort thee."— on |
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