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Clerk Saunders he started, and Margaret she turn'd

Into his arms as asleep she lay ; And sad and silent was the night

That was atween thir twae.

And they lay still and sleepit sound

Until the day began to daw' ; And kindly she to him did say,

1 It is time, true love, you were awaV

But he lay still, and sleepit sound,

Albeit the sun began to sheen; She look'd atween her and the \va',

And dull and drowsie were his e'en.

Then in and came her father dear;

Said, ' Let a' your mourning be ; I'll carry the dead corse to the clay,

And I'll come back and comfort thee/

4 Comfort weel your seven sons,

For comforted I will never be : I ween 'twas neither knave nor loon

Was in the bower last night wi' me.'

The clinking bell gaed through the town, To carry the dead corse to the clay;

And Clerk Saunders stood at may Margaret's window, I wot, an hour before the day.

4 Arc ye sleeping, Marg'ret ? ' he says,

' Or are ye waking presentlie ? Give me my faith and troth again,

I wot, true love, I gied to thee.'

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