<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Clerk Saunders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clerk Saunders and may Margaret<br>Walked ower yon garden green;<br>And sad and heavy was the love<br>That fell thir twa between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A bed, a bed,' Clerk Saunders said,<br>'A bed for you and me!'<br>'Fye na, fye na,' said may Margaret,<br>''Till anes we married be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For in may come my seven bauld brothers,<br>Wi' torches burning bright;<br>They'll say,--'We hae but ae sister,<br>And behold she's wi a knight!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then take the sword frae my scabbard,<br>And slowly lift the pin;<br>And you may swear, and save your aith.<br>Ye never let Clerk Saunders in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And take a napkin in your hand,<br>And tie up baith your bonny e'en,<br>And you may swear, and save your aith,<br>Ye saw me na since late yestreen.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was about the midnight hour,<br>When they asleep were laid,<br>When in and came her seven brothers,<br>Wi' torches burning red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When in and came her seven brothers,<br>Wi' torches burning bright:<br>They said, 'We hae but ae sister,<br>And behold her lying with a knight!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out and spake the first o' them,<br>'I bear the sword shall gar him die!'<br>And out and spake the second o' them,<br>'His father has nae mair than he!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And out and spake the third o' them,<br>'I wot that they are lovers dear!'<br>And out and spake the fourth o' them,<br>'They hae been in love this mony a year!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out and spake the fifth o' them,<br>'It were great sin true love to twain!'<br>And out and spake the sixth o' them,<br>'It were shame to slay a sleeping man!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up and gat the seventh o' them,<br>And never a word spake he;<br>But he has striped his bright brown brand<br>Out through Clerk Saunders' fair bodye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clerk Saunders he started, and Margaret she turned<br>Into his arms as asleep she lay;<br>And sad and silent was the night<br>That was atween thir twae.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they lay still and sleeped sound<br>Until the day began to daw;<br>And kindly to him she did say,<br>'It is time, true love, you were awa'.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he lay still, and sleeped sound,<br>Albeit the sun began to sheen;<br>She looked atween her and the wa',<br>And dull and drowsie were his e'en.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then in and came her father dear;<br>Said,--'Let a' your mourning be:<br>I'll carry the dead corpse to the clay,<br>And I'll come back and comfort thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Comfort weel your seven sons;<br>For comforted will I never be:<br>I ween 'twas neither knave nor loon<br>Was in the bower last night wi' me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The clinking bell gaed through the town,<br>To carry the dead corse to the clay;<br>And Clerk Saunders stood at may Margaret's window,<br>I wot, an hour before the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Are ye sleeping, Margaret?' he says,<br>'Or are ye waking presentlie?<br>Give me my faith and troth again,<br>I wot, true love, I gied to thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Your faith and troth ye sall never get,<br>Nor our true love sall never twin,<br>Until ye come within my bower,<br>And kiss me cheik and chin.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My mouth it is full cold, Margaret,<br>It has the smell, now, of the ground;<br>And if I kiss thy comely mouth,<br>Thy days of life will not be lang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight,<br>I wot the wild fowls are boding day;<br>Give me my faith and troth again,<br>And let me fare me on my way.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thy faith and troth thou sall na get,<br>And our true love sall never twin,<br>Until ye tell what comes of women,<br>I wot, who die in strong traivelling?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Their beds are made in the heavens high,<br>Down at the foot of our good lord's knee,<br>Weel set about wi' gillyflowers;<br>I wot, sweet company for to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight,<br>I wot the wild fowl are boding day;<br>The psalms of heaven will soon be sung,<br>And I, ere now, will be missed away.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she has ta'en a crystal wand,<br>And she has stroken her troth thereon;<br>She has given it him out at the shot-window,<br>Wi' mony a sad sigh, and heavy groan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I thank ye, Marg'ret, I thank ye, Marg'ret;<br>And aye I thank ye heartilie;<br>Gin ever the dead come for the quick,<br>Be sure, Mag'ret, I'll come for thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's hosen and shoon, and gown alone,<br>She climb'd the wall, and followed him,<br>Until she came to the green forest,<br>And there she lost the sight o' him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Is there ony room at your head, Saunders?<br>Is there ony room at your feet?<br>Is there ony room at your side, Saunders,<br>Where fain, fain I wad sleep?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There's nae room at my head, Marg'ret,<br>There's nae room at my feet;<br>My bed it is full lowly now,<br>Amang the hungry worms I sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cauld mould is my covering now,<br>But and my winding-sheet;<br>The dew it falls nae sooner down<br>Than my resting-place is weet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But plait a wand o' bonnie birk,<br>And lay it on my breast;<br>And shed a tear upon my grave,<br>And wish my saul gude rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And fair Marg'ret, and rare Marg'ret,<br>And Marg'ret, o' veritie,<br>Gin ere ye love another man,<br>Ne'er love him as ye did me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up and crew the milk-white cock,<br>And up and crew the gray;<br>Her lover vanish'd in the air,<br>And she gaed weeping away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344245" data-title="Clerk Saunders de Andrew Lang" data-description="Clerk Saunders and may Margaret Walked ower yon garden green; And sad and heavy was the love That fell thir twa between. 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