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CLEEK COLVILL, OE THE MEEMAID. 193
" Now speak nae mair, my lusty dame,
Now speak nae mair of that to me: 10 Did I ne'er see a fair woman,
But I wad sin with her fair body ? "
He's ta'en leave o' his gay lady, Nought minding what his lady said,
And he's rode by the wells of Slane, u
"Where washing was a bonny maid.
" Wash on, wash on, my bonny maid,
That wash sae clean your sark of silk;"
" And weel fa' you, fair gentleman,
Your body's whiter than the milk." 20
Then loud, loud cry'd the Clerk Colvill, " O my head it pains me sair;" " Then take, then take," the maiden said, " And frae my sark you'll cut a gare." 25
Then she's gi'ed him a little bane-knife, And frae her sark he cut a share ;
She's tyM it round his whey-white face, But ay his head it aked mair.
Then louder cry'd the Clerk Colvill, so
" 0 sairer, sairer akes my head ; " " And sairer, sairer ever will,"
The maiden crys, " till you be dead."
27, his sark. vol. 1. 13