And if I kiss thy comely mouth, Thy days of life will not be lang. "O cocks are crowing a merry midnight, "Thy faith and troth thou sall na get, And our true love shall never twin, Until tell what comes of women, ye I wot, who die in strong traiveling.” 15 "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, Then she has ta'en a crystal wand, 30 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, Margret ; ye heartilie; And aye I thank 33. Chrisom. Gin ever the dead come for the quick, It's hosen and shoon and gown alone, And there she lost the sight o' him. 40 "Is there ony room at your head, Saunders? 45 Is there ony room at your feet? Or ony room at your side, Saunders, "There's nae room at my head, Marg❜ret, There's nae room at my feet; 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, "But plait a wand o' bonny birk, And lay it on my breast; 50 55 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. And shed a tear upon my grave, And wish my saul gude rest. “And fair Margret, and rare Margʼret, Gin e'er ye love another man, Then up and crew the milk-white cock, And up and crew the grey; Her lover vanish'd in the air, And she gaed weeping away. 60 65 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. SWEET WILLIE was a widow's son, Lady Margerie was the first ladye That drank to him the wine O; And aye as the healths gaed round and round, "Laddy, your love is mine O.” Lady Margerie was the first ladye That drank to him the beer 0; And aye as the healths gaed round and round, Laddy, ye're welcome here O. "You must come intill my bower, He's taen four-and-twenty braid arrows, And he 's awa to Lady Margerie's bower, He set his ae foot on the wa', And the other on a stane O; And he 's kill'd a' the king's life guards, "O open, open, Lady Margerie, The weet weets a' my yellow hair, With her feet as white as sleet, She strode her bower within O ; And with her fingers lang and sma', She's looten sweet Willie in O. 10 15 20 25 30 |