17 They baith lay still, and sleeped sound,
Untill the sun began to sheen;
She drew the curtains a wee bit,
And dull and drowsie was his een.
18 'This night,' said she, 'the sleepiest man
That ever my twa eyes did see
Hay lyen by me, and sweat the sheets;
A wite they're a great shame to see.'
19 She rowd the claiths a' to the foot,
And then she spied his deadly wounds:
'O wae be to my seven brethern,
A wat an ill death mat they die!
20 'I'm sure it was neither rogue nor loun
I had into my bed wi me;
'T was Clerk Saunders, that good earl's son,
That pledgd his faith to marry me.'
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Kinloch's Scottish Ballads, p. 233, a North Country version.
1 It was a sad and a rainy nicht
As ever raind frae toun to toun;
Clerk Saunders and his lady gay
They were in the fields sae broun.
2 'A bed, a bed,' Clerk Saunders cried,
'A bed, a bed, let me lie doun;
For I am sae weet and sae wearie
That I canna gae nor ride frae toun.'
3 'A bed, a bed,' his lady cried,
'A bed, a bed, ye'll neer get nane;
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