Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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" 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."—
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, Margaret ? " 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,                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 ;
1. The custom of the passing bell is still kept np in many viDages 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. VOL. II.                         4

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