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Clerk Saunders
CLERK SAUNDERS—C
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It was a sad and a rainy nichtAs ever raind frae toun to toun;
Clerk Saunders and his lady gay
They were in the fields sae broun.
2
‘A bed, a bed,’ Clerk Saunders cried,‘A bed, a bed, let me lie doun;
For I am sae weet and sae wearie
That I canna gae nor ride frae toun.’
3
‘A bed, a bed,’ his lady cried,‘A bed, a bed, ye'll neer get nane;
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‘For I hae seven bauld brethren,Bauld are they, and very rude;
And if they find ye in bouer wi me,
They winna care to spill your blude.’
5
‘Ye'll tak a lang claith in your hand,Ye'll haud it up afore your een,
That ye may swear, and save your aith,
That ye saw na Sandy sin yestreen.
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‘And ye'll tak me in your arms twa,Ye'll carry me into your bed,
That ye may swear, and save your aith,
That in your bour-floor I never gaed.’
7
She's taen a lang claith in her hand,She's hauden't up afore her een,
That she might swear, and save her aith,
That she saw na Sandy sin yestreen.
8
She has taen him in her arms twa,And carried him into her bed,
That she might swear, and save her aith,
That on her bour-floor he never gaed.
9
Then in there cam her firsten brother,Bauldly he cam steppin in:
‘Come here, come here, see what I see!
We hae only but ae sister alive,
And a knave is in bour her wi.’
10
Then in and cam her second brother,Says, Twa lovers are ill to twin;
And in and cam her thirden brother,
‘O brother dear, I say the same.’
11
Then in and cam her fourthen brother,‘It's a sin to kill a sleepin man;’
And in and cam her fifthen brother,
‘O brother dear, I say the same.’
12
Then in and cam her sixthen brother,‘I wat he's neer be steerd by me;’
But in and cam her seventhen brother,
‘I bear the hand that sall gar him dee.’
13
Then out he drew a nut-brown sword,I wat he stript it to the stroe,
And thro and thro Clerk Saunders' body
I wat he garrd cauld iron go.
14
Then they lay there in ither's armsUntil the day began to daw;
Then kindly to him she did say,
‘It's time, my dear, ye were awa.
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‘Ye are the sleepiest young man,’ she said,‘That ever my twa een did see;
Ye've lain a' nicht into my arms,
I'm sure it is a shame to be.’
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She turnd the blankets to the foot,And turnd the sheets unto the wa,
And there she saw his bluidy wound,
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‘O wae be to my seventhen brother,I wat an ill death mot he dee!
He's killd Clerk Saunders, an earl's son,
I wat he's killd him unto me.’
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Then in and cam her father dear,Cannie cam he steppin in;
Says, Haud your tongue, my dochter dear,
What need you mak sic heavy meane?
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‘We'll carry Clerk Saunders to his grave,And syne come back and comfort thee:’
‘O comfort weel your seven sons, father,
For man sall never comfort me;
Ye'll marrie me wi the Queen o Heaven,
For man sall never enjoy me.’
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