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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Clerk Saunders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">...<br> 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+Americas">Anonymous Americas</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=345661" data-title="Clerk Saunders de Anonymous Americas" 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..."></div> </div> </div>
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