VII
—‘Ohone, alas!’ says Clerk Colven,
‘And aye so sair as akes my head!’
And merrily leugh[227] the mermaiden,
‘O ’twill win on[228] till you be dead.
—‘Ohone, alas!’ says Clerk Colven,
‘And aye so sair as akes my head!’
And merrily leugh[227] the mermaiden,
‘O ’twill win on[228] till you be dead.