Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

Home Main Menu Singing & Playing Order & Order Info Support Search Voucher Codes




Share page  Visit Us On FB



Previous Contents Next
50
CLERK SAUNDERS.
And if I kiss thy comely mouth,                       u
Thy days of life will not be lang.
" 0 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."              ^
" Thy faith and troth thou sail 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, as Down at the foot of our good Lord's knee,
Weel set about wi' gillyflowers ; I wot sweet company for to see.
" 0 cocks are crowing a merry midnight, I wot the wild fowl are boding day ;             a>
The psalms of heaven will soon be sung, And I, ere now, will be miss'd away."
Then she has ta'en a crystal wand,
And she has stroken her troth thereon ;
She has given it him out at the shot-window, * Wi' mony a sad sigh, and heavy groan.
" I thank ye, Marg'ret; I thank ye, Marg'ret; And aye I thank ye heartilie ; 33. Chrisom.







E-Book - An Annotated Compendium of Old Time American Songs by James Alverson III