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FAIR MARGARET AND SWEET WILLIAM. 143
He called up his merry men all,
By one, by two, and by three; Saying, " I'll away to fair Marg'ret's bower,
By the leave of my ladie." «
And when he came to fair Marg'ret's bower,
He knocked at the ring; And who so ready as her seven brethren,
To let sweet William in.
Then he turned up the covering-sheet; «
" Pray let me see the dead ; Methinks she looks all pale and wan,
She hath lost her cherry red.
" 111 do more for thee, Margaret,
Than any of thy kin : eo
For I will kiss thy pale wan lips,
Though a smile I cannot win."
"With that bespake the seven brethren,
Making most piteous mone, " You may go kiss your jolly brown bride, »
And let our sister alone."
"If I do kiss my jolly brown bride,
I do but what is right; I neer made a vow to yonder poor corpse,
By day, nor yet by night. m |
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