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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Clerk Saunders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whan bells war rung, an mass was sung,<br>A wat a' man to bed were gone,<br>Clark Sanders came to Margret's window,<br>With mony a sad sigh and groan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Are ye sleeping, Margret," he says,<br>"Or are ye waking, presentlie?<br>Give me my faith and trouthe again,<br>A wat, trew-love, I gied to thee."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Your faith and trouth ye's never get,<br>Nor our trew love shall never twain,<br>Till ye come with me in my bower,<br>And kiss me both cheek and chin."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My mouth it is full cold, Margret,<br>It has the smell now of the ground;<br>And if I kiss thy comely mouth,<br>Thy life-days will not be long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Cocks are crowing a merry mid-larf,<br>I wat the wild fule boded day;<br>Gie me my faith and trouthe again,<br>And let me fare me on my way."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thy faith and trouth thou shall na get,<br>Nor our trew love shall never twin,<br>Till ye tell me what comes of women<br>Awat that dy's in strong traveling."</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>Well set about wi gilly-flowers,<br>A wat sweet company for to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O cocks are crowing a merry middlarf,<br>A wat the wilde foule boded day;<br>The salms of Heaven will be sung,<br>And ere now I'le be misst away."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up she has tain a bright long wand,<br>And she has straked her trouth thereon;<br>She has given it him out at the shot-window,<br>Wi many a sad sigh and heavy groan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I thank you, Margret, I thank you, Margret,<br>And I thank you hartilie;<br>Gine ever the dead come for the quick,<br>Be sure, Margret, I'll come again for thee."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's hose an shoon an gound alane<br>She clame the wall and followed him,<br>Untill she came to a green forest,<br>On this she lost the sight of him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Is their any room at your head, Sanders?<br>Is their any room at your feet?<br>Or any room at your twa sides?<br>Whare fain, fain woud I sleep."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Their is na room at my head, Margret,<br>Their is na room at my feet;<br>There is room at my twa sides,<br>For ladys for to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Cold meal is my covering owre,<br>But an my winding sheet;<br>My bed it is full low, I say,<br>Down among the hongerey worms I sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Cold meal is my covering owre,<br>But an my winding sheet;<br>The dew it falls na sooner down<br>Then ay it is full weet."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous">Anonymous</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=345544" data-title="Clerk Saunders de Anonymous" data-description="Whan bells war rung, an mass was sung, A wat a' man to bed were gone, Clark Sanders came to Margret's window, With mony a sad sigh and groan. "Are ye sleeping, Margret," he says, "Or are ye waking, presentlie? Give me my faith and ..."></div> </div> </div>
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