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CLERK SAUNDERS. |
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He's throw the dark, and throw the mark, And throw the leaves o' green ; 10
Till he came to May Margaret's door, And tirled at the pin.
M 0 sleep ye, wake ye, May Margaret,
Or are ye the bower within ? " " 0 wha is that at my bower door, n
Sae weel my name does ken ? " " It's I, Clerk Saunders, your true love,
You'll open and lat me in.
" O will ye to the cards, Margaret,
Or to the table to dine ? 20
Or to the bed, that's weel down spread,
And sleep when we get time."
" 111 no go to the cards," she says,
" Nor to the table to dine; But I'll go to a bed, that's weel down spread, as
And sleep when we get time.'
They were not weel lyen down,
And no weel fa'en asleep, When up and stood May Margaret's brethren,
Just up at their bed feet. ao
" 0 tell us, tell us, May Margaret,
And dinna to us len, O wha is aught yon noble steed,
That stands your stable in ?
" The steed is mine, and it may be thine, ss
To ride whan ye ride in hie------- |
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