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THE CLERK'S T"WA SONS O' OWSENFOKD. 69 |
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PART SECOND.
His lady sat on her castle wa',
Beholding dale and doun ; And there she saw her ain gude lord
Come walking to the toun.
" Ye're welcome, ye're welcome, my ain gude lord, s
Ye're welcome hame to me; But where-away are my twa sons ? '
Ye suld hae brought them wi' ye."
" 0 they are putten to a deeper lear,
And to a higher scule : ■ 10
Your ain twa sons will no be hame Till the hallow days o' Yule."
" O sorrow, sorrow, come mak my bed ;
And, dule, come lay me doun; For I will neither eat nor drink, is
Nor set a fit on groun'!"
The hallow days o' Yule were come, And the nights were lang and mirk,
When in and cam her ain twa sons,
And their hats made o' the birk. a> |
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