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And they lay still and sleepit sound
Until the day began to daw'; And kindly she to him did say,
'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 wa',
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.'
'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.
'Are 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.'
'Your faith and troth ye sail never get,
Nor our true love sail never twin, Until ye come within my bower, And kiss me chcik and chin.' twin] part in two.
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