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CLERK SAUNDERS. 51 |
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Gin ever the dead come for the quick, Be sure, Marg'ret, I'll come for thee."— *>
It's hosen and shoon and gown alone, She climb'd the wall, and folloVd him,
Until she came to the green forest, And there she lost the sight o' >him.
" Is there ony room at your head, Saunders ? «
Is there ony room at your feet ? Or ony room at your side, Saunders,
"Where fain, fain, I wad sleep ? "—
" There's nae room at my head, Marg'ret, There's nae room at my feet; *>
My bed it is full lowly now :
Amangthe hungry worms I sleep.
" Cauld mould is my covering now,
But and my winding-sheet; The dew it falls nae sooner down, ss
Than my resting place is week
" But plait a wand o' bonny birk, And lay it on my breast;
67. The custom of binding the new-laid sod of the churchyard with osiers, or other saplings, prevailed both in England and Scotland, and served to protect the turf from injury by cattle, or otherwise. Scott. |
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