PART FIRST.
Clerk Saunders and may Margaret, Walked ower yon garden green; And sad and heavy was the love That fell thir twa between.
"A bed, a bed," Clerk Saunders said, 5 "A bed for you and me!"-- "Fye na, fye na," said may Margaret, "Till anes we married be;
"For in may come my seven bauld brothers, Wi' torches burning bright; 10 They'll say--'We hae but ae sister, And behold she's wi' a knight!'"--
"Then take the sword from my scabbard, And slowly lift the pin; And you may swear, and safe your aith, 15 Ye never let Clerk Saunders in.
"And take a napkin in your hand, And tie up baith your bonny een; And you may swear, and safe your aith, Ye saw me na since late yestreen."[L20] 20
It was about the midnight hour, When they asleep were laid, When in and came her seven brothers, Wi' torches burning red.
When in and came her seven brothers, 25 Wi' torches burning bright; They said, "We hae but ae sister, And behold her lying with a knight!"
Then out and spake the first o' them, "I bear the sword shall gar him die!" 30 And out and spake the second o' them, "His father has nae mair than he!"
And out and spake the third o' them, "I wot that they are lovers dear!"
And out and spake the fourth o' them, 35 "They hae been in love this mony a year!"
Then out and spake the fifth o' them, "It were great sin true love to twain!"
And out and spake the sixth of them, "It were shame to slay a sleeping man!" 40
Then up and gat the seventh o' them, And never a word spake he; But he has striped his bright brown brand Out through Clerk Saunders' fair bodye.
Clerk Saunders he started, and Margaret she turn'd 45 Into his arms as asleep she lay; And sad and silent was the night That was atween thir twae.
And they lay still and sleeped sound, Until the day began to daw; 50 And kindly to him she did say, "It is time, true love, you were awa."
But he lay still, and sleeped sound, Albeit the sun began to sheen; She looked atween her and the wa', 55 And dull and drowsie were his een.
Then in and came her father dear, Said--"Let a' your mourning be: I'll carry the dead corpse to the clay, And I'll come back and comfort thee."-- 60
"Comfort weel your seven sons, For comforted will I never be: I ween 'twas neither knave nor loon Was in the bower last night wi' me."--
20. In Kinloch's version of this ballad we have an additional stanza here:--
----"Ye'll take me in your arms twa, Ye'll carry me into your bed, And ye may swear, and save your aith, That in your bour floor I ne'er gae'd."
PART SECOND.
The clinking bell gaed through the town,[L1]
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, Margaret?" he says, 5 "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 sall never get, Nor our true love sall never twin, 10 Until ye come within my bower, And kiss me cheik and chin."--
"My mouth it is full cold, Margaret, It has the smell, now, of the ground; And if I kiss thy comely mouth, 15 Thy days of life will not be lang.
"O cocks are crowing a merry midnight, I wot the wild fowls are boding day; Give me my faith and troth again, And let me fare me on my way."-- 20
"Thy faith and troth thou sall na get, And our true love shall never twin, Until ye tell what comes of women, I wot, who die in strong traiveling."
"Their beds are made in the heavens high, 25 Down at the foot of our good Lord's knee, Weel set about wi' gillyflowers; I wot sweet company for to see.
"O cocks are crowing a merry midnight, I wot the wild fowl are boding day; 30 The psalms of heaven will soon be sung, And I, ere now, will be miss'd away."--
Then she has ta'en a crystal[L33] wand, And she has stroken her troth thereon; She has given it him out at the shot-window, 35 Wi' mony a sad sigh, and heavy groan.
"I thank ye, Marg'ret; I thank ye, Marg'ret; And aye I thank ye heartilie; Gin ever the dead come for the quick, Be sure, Marg'ret, I'll come for thee."-- 40
It's hosen and shoon and gown alone, She climb'd the wall, and follow'd him, Until she came to the green forest, And there she lost the sight o' him.
"Is there ony room at your head, Saunders? 45 Is there ony room at your feet?
Or ony room at your side, Saunders, Where fain, fain, I wad sleep?"--
"There's nae room at my head, Marg'ret, There's nae room at my feet; 50 My bed it is full lowly now: Amang the hungry worms I sleep.
"Cauld mould is my covering now, But and my winding-sheet; The dew it falls nae sooner down, 55 Than my resting place is weet.
"But plait a wand o' bonny birk,[L57]
And lay it on my breast; And shed a tear upon my grave, And wish my saul gude rest. 60
"And fair Marg'ret, and rare Marg'ret, And Marg'ret o' veritie, Gin e'er ye love another man, Ne'er love him as ye did me."--
Then up and crew the milk-white cock, 65 And up and crew the grey; Her lover vanish'd in the air, And she gaed weeping away.
1. The custom of the passing bell is still kept up in many villages in Scotland. The sexton goes through the town, ringing a small bell, and announcing the death of the departed, and the time of the funeral. SCOTT.
33. Chrisom.
57. The custom of binding the new-laid sod of the churchyard with osiers, or other saplings, prevailed both in England and Scotland, and served to protect the turf from injury by cattle, or otherwise.
SCOTT.
SWEET WILLIE AND LADY MARGERIE.
From Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. 370.
"This Ballad, which possesses considerable beauty and pathos, is given from the recitation of a lady, now far advanced in years, with whose grandmother it was a deserved favourite. It is now for the first time printed. It bears some resemblance to _Clerk Saunders_."
Subjoined is a different copy from Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_.