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CLERK SATOTDEBS. |
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" The flower that smell'd sae sweet yestreen Has lost its bloom wi' thee; so
And though I'm wae it should be sae, Clerk Sauuders, ye maun die."}
And up and spak her thirden brother,
Ay in ill time spak he: " Curse on his love and comeliness !— as
Dishonour'd as ye be, The sword that hangs at my sword-belt
Sail quickly sinder ye I "
Her eldest brother has drawn his sword ;
Her second has drawn anither; 100
Between Clerk Saunders' hause and collar bane
The cald iron met thegither.
" O wae be to you, my fause brethren,
And an ill death mat ye die ! Ye mith slain Clerk Saunders in open field, im
And no in the bed wi' me."
When seven years were come and ganft,
Lady Margaret she thought lang; And she is up to the hichest tower,
By the lee licht o* the moon. no
She was lookin o'er her castle high,
To see what she might fa'; And there she saw a grieved ghost
Comin waukin o'er the wa.'
114. The mi' here is supposed to mean the wall, which, in some old castles, surrounded the court. J. |
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