ANONYMOUS

She kiss'd his cheek, she kamed his hair,

As oft she did before, O ; She drank the red blood frae him ran,

On the dowie houms o' Yarrow.

c O haud your tongue, my douchter dear, For what needs a* this sorrow ?

I'll wed you on a better lord Than him you lost on Yarrow/

' O haud your tongue, my father dear,

An' dinna grieve your Sarah ; A better lord was never born

Than him I lost on Yarrow.

'Tak hame your ousen, tak hame your kye,

For they hae bred our sorrow ; I wiss that they had a' gane mad

Whan they cam first to Yarrow.'

377. Clerk Saunders

ERK SAUNDERS and may Margaret Walk'd owre yon garden green ; And deep and heavy was the love That fell thir twa between.

<A bed, a bed/ Clerk Saunders said,

' A bed for you and me ! ' 'Fye na, fye na,' said may Margaret,

4 Till anes we married be ! '

'Then I'll take the sword frae my scabbard

And slowly lift the pin ; And you may swear, and save your aith,

Ye ne'er let Clerk Saunders in.

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