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68 THE CLERK'S TWA SONS 0' OWSENFORD.
" Ye sail hae your faith and troth,
Wi' God's blessing and mine:" And twenty times she kissed his mouth, ss
Her father looking on.
Then out it speaks him gay William:
" Come here, sweet Marjorie ; Will ye gie me my faith and troth,
And love, as I gae thee ? " so
" Yes, ye sail hae your faith and troth,
Wi' God's blessing and mine : " And twenty times she kissed his mouth,
Her father looking on.
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" 0 yell tak aff your twa black hats, as
Lay them down on a stone, That nane may ken that ye are clerks,
Till ye are putten doun."
The bonnie clerks they died that morn ;
Their loves died lang ere noon; wo
And the waefu' Clerk o' Owsenford
To his lady has gane hame. |
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