Clerk Saunders Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFBF GHI JKLK MNLN IOGE GHIH PQPF PRPR PNPN PFMS TUHV WXUV WNVN RFUF YFNF NUZU A2UNF B2NIN BWLC2 HUNU B2NNC2 QFA2A2 HUC2U D2NZN ZUC2A2 NE2ZE2 A2ZA2F2 ZZNF2 NZNZ C2ZG2Z ZZNA2 C2UH2UChild vol iii | A |
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Clerk Saunders and may Margaret | B |
Walked ower yon garden green | C |
And sad and heavy was the love | D |
That fell thir twa between | C |
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A bed a bed Clerk Saunders said | E |
A bed for you and me | F |
Fye na fye na said may Margaret | B |
'Till anes we married be | F |
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For in may come my seven bauld brothers | G |
Wi' torches burning bright | H |
They'll say 'We hae but ae sister | I |
And behold she's wi a knight ' | - |
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Then take the sword frae my scabbard | J |
And slowly lift the pin | K |
And you may swear and save your aith | L |
Ye never let Clerk Saunders in | K |
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And take a napkin in your hand | M |
And tie up baith your bonny e'en | N |
And you may swear and save your aith | L |
Ye saw me na since late yestreen | N |
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It was about the midnight hour | I |
When they asleep were laid | O |
When in and came her seven brothers | G |
Wi' torches burning red | E |
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When in and came her seven brothers | G |
Wi' torches burning bright | H |
They said We hae but ae sister | I |
And behold her lying with a knight | H |
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Then out and spake the first o' them | P |
I bear the sword shall gar him die | Q |
And out and spake the second o' them | P |
His father has nae mair than he | F |
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And out and spake the third o' them | P |
I wot that they are lovers dear | R |
And out and spake the fourth o' them | P |
They hae been in love this mony a year | R |
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Then out and spake the fifth o' them | P |
It were great sin true love to twain | N |
And out and spake the sixth o' them | P |
It were shame to slay a sleeping man | N |
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Then up and gat the seventh o' them | P |
And never a word spake he | F |
But he has striped his bright brown brand | M |
Out through Clerk Saunders' fair bodye | S |
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Clerk Saunders he started and Margaret she turned | T |
Into his arms as asleep she lay | U |
And sad and silent was the night | H |
That was atween thir twae | V |
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And they lay still and sleeped sound | W |
Until the day began to daw | X |
And kindly to him she did say | U |
It is time true love you were awa' | V |
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But he lay still and sleeped sound | W |
Albeit the sun began to sheen | N |
She looked atween her and the wa' | V |
And dull and drowsie were his e'en | N |
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Then in and came her father dear | R |
Said Let a' your mourning be | F |
I'll carry the dead corpse to the clay | U |
And I'll come back and comfort thee | F |
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Comfort weel your seven sons | Y |
For comforted will I never be | F |
I ween 'twas neither knave nor loon | N |
Was in the bower last night wi' me | F |
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The clinking bell gaed through the town | N |
To carry the dead corse to the clay | U |
And Clerk Saunders stood at may Margaret's window | Z |
I wot an hour before the day | U |
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Are ye sleeping Margaret he says | A2 |
Or are ye waking presentlie | U |
Give me my faith and troth again | N |
I wot true love I gied to thee | F |
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Your faith and troth ye sall never get | B2 |
Nor our true love sall never twin | N |
Until ye come within my bower | I |
And kiss me cheik and chin | N |
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My mouth it is full cold Margaret | B |
It has the smell now of the ground | W |
And if I kiss thy comely mouth | L |
Thy days of life will not be lang | C2 |
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O cocks are crowing a merry midnight | H |
I wot the wild fowls are boding day | U |
Give me my faith and troth again | N |
And let me fare me on my way | U |
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Thy faith and troth thou sall na get | B2 |
And our true love sall never twin | N |
Until ye tell what comes of women | N |
I wot who die in strong traivelling | C2 |
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Their beds are made in the heavens high | Q |
Down at the foot of our good lord's knee | F |
Weel set about wi' gillyflowers | A2 |
I wot sweet company for to see | A2 |
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O cocks are crowing a merry midnight | H |
I wot the wild fowl are boding day | U |
The psalms of heaven will soon be sung | C2 |
And I ere now will be missed away | U |
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Then she has ta'en a crystal wand | D2 |
And she has stroken her troth thereon | N |
She has given it him out at the shot window | Z |
Wi' mony a sad sigh and heavy groan | N |
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I thank ye Marg'ret I thank ye Marg'ret | Z |
And aye I thank ye heartilie | U |
Gin ever the dead come for the quick | C2 |
Be sure Mag'ret I'll come for thee | A2 |
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It's hosen and shoon and gown alone | N |
She climb'd the wall and followed him | E2 |
Until she came to the green forest | Z |
And there she lost the sight o' him | E2 |
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Is there ony room at your head Saunders | A2 |
Is there ony room at your feet | Z |
Is there ony room at your side Saunders | A2 |
Where fain fain I wad sleep | F2 |
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There's nae room at my head Marg'ret | Z |
There's nae room at my feet | Z |
My bed it is full lowly now | N |
Amang the hungry worms I sleep | F2 |
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Cauld mould is my covering now | N |
But and my winding sheet | Z |
The dew it falls nae sooner down | N |
Than my resting place is weet | Z |
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But plait a wand o' bonnie birk | C2 |
And lay it on my breast | Z |
And shed a tear upon my grave | G2 |
And wish my saul gude rest | Z |
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And fair Marg'ret and rare Marg'ret | Z |
And Marg'ret o' veritie | Z |
Gin ere ye love another man | N |
Ne'er love him as ye did me | A2 |
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Then up and crew the milk white cock | C2 |
And up and crew the gray | U |
Her lover vanish'd in the air | H2 |
And she gaed weeping away | U |
Andrew Lang
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