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THE CLERK'S TWA SONS 0' OWSENFORD. 65
There was mair mirth in that chamber, Than in a' fair Ferrol's land.
But word's gane to the michty Mayor,
As he sailed on the sea, That the Clerk's twa sons made licht lemans u
0' his fair dauchters twae.
*' If they hae wranged my twa dauchters,
Janet and Marjorie, The morn, ere I taste meat or drink,
Hie hangit they shall be." 20
And word's gane to the clerk himsell,
As he was drinking wine, That his twa sons at fair Parish
Were bound in prison Strang.
Then up and spak the Clerk's ladye, as
And she spak tenderlie : " 0 tak wi' ye a purse o' gowd,
Or even tak ye three; And if ye canna get William,
Bring Henry hame to me." so
0 sweetly sang the nightingale,
As she sat on the wand; But sair, sair mourned Owsenford,
As he gaed in the strand. vol. 11. 5 |
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