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154 SWEET WILLIAM AND MAT MARGARET.
" O should I come within your bouer,
I am na earthly man: If I should kiss your red, red lips,
Your days wad na be lang. *>
" My banes are buried in yon kirk-yard,
It's far ayont the sea; And it is my spirit, Margaret,
That's speaking unto thee."
" Your faith and troth ye sanna get, 45
Nor will I twin wi' thee, Tell ye tell me the pleasures 0' Heaven,
And pains of hell how they be."
" The pleasures of heaven I wat not of,
But the pains of hell I dree ; so
There some are hie hang'd for huring, And some for adulterie."
Then Marg'ret took her milk-white hand, And smooth'd it on his breast;—
" Tak your faith and troth, William, ss
God send your aoul good rest!" |
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