Clerk Saunders Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB D A EFGF HIG JKLD LMJ N N N N N N NOHP QRMS TTR TBSI UOR VOW XRTR YRI TFJ TTGZ TTI TFA2 B2OYY TTC2 TD2TE2 TRF2 E2G2TG2 YTY TTH2I2 H2TXT J2TK2 L2TTT TTM2Clerk Saunders and may Margaret | A |
Walk'd owre yon garden green | B |
And deep and heavy was the love | C |
That fell thir twa between | B |
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'A bed a bed ' Clerk Saunders said | D |
'A bed for you and me ' | - |
'Fye na fye na ' said may Margaret | A |
'Till anes we married be ' | - |
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'Then I'll take the sword frae my scabbard | E |
And slowly lift the pin | F |
And you may swear and save your aith | G |
Ye ne'er let Clerk Saunders in | F |
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'Take you a napkin in your hand | H |
And tie up baith your bonnie e'en | I |
And you may swear and save your aith | G |
Ye saw me na since late yestreen ' | - |
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It was about the midnight hour | J |
When they asleep were laid | K |
When in and came her seven brothers | L |
Wi' torches burning red | D |
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When in and came her seven brothers | L |
Wi' torches burning bright | M |
They said 'We hae but one sister | J |
And behold her lying with a knight ' | - |
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Then out and spake the first o' them | N |
'I bear the sword shall gar him die ' | - |
And out and spake the second o' them | N |
'His father has nae mair but he ' | - |
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And out and spake the third o' them | N |
'I wot that they are lovers dear ' | - |
And out and spake the fourth o' them | N |
'They hae been in love this mony a year ' | - |
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Then out and spake the fifth o' them | N |
'It were great sin true love to twain ' | - |
And out and spake the sixth o' them | N |
'It were shame to slay a sleeping man ' | - |
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Then up and gat the seventh o' them | N |
And never a word spake he | O |
But he has striped his bright brown brand | H |
Out through Clerk Saunders' fair bodye | P |
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Clerk Saunders he started and Margaret she turn'd | Q |
Into his arms as asleep she lay | R |
And sad and silent was the night | M |
That was atween thir twae | S |
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And they lay still and sleepit sound | T |
Until the day began to daw' | T |
And kindly she to him did say | R |
'It is time true love you were awa' ' | - |
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But he lay still and sleepit sound | T |
Albeit the sun began to sheen | B |
She look'd atween her and the wa' | S |
And dull and drowsie were his e'en | I |
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Then in and came her father dear | U |
Said 'Let a' your mourning be | O |
I'll carry the dead corse to the clay | R |
And I'll come back and comfort thee ' | - |
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'Comfort weel your seven sons | V |
For comforted I will never be | O |
I ween 'twas neither knave nor loon | W |
Was in the bower last night wi' me ' | - |
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The clinking bell gaed through the town | X |
To carry the dead corse to the clay | R |
And Clerk Saunders stood at may Margaret's window | T |
I wot an hour before the day | R |
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'Are ye sleeping Marg'ret ' he says | Y |
'Or are ye waking presentlie | R |
Give me my faith and troth again | I |
I wot true love I gied to thee ' | - |
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'Your faith and troth ye sall never get | T |
Nor our true love sall never twin | F |
Until ye come within my bower | J |
And kiss me cheik and chin ' | - |
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'My mouth it is full cold Marg'ret | T |
It has the smell now of the ground | T |
And if I kiss thy comely mouth | G |
Thy days of life will not be lang | Z |
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'O cocks are crowing a merry midnight | T |
I wot the wild fowls are boding day | T |
Give me my faith and troth again | I |
And let me fare me on my way ' | - |
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'Thy faith and troth thou sallna get | T |
And our true love sall never twin | F |
Until ye tell what comes o' women | A2 |
I wot who die in strong traivelling ' | - |
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'Their beds are made in the heavens high | B2 |
Down at the foot of our good Lord's knee | O |
Weel set about wi' gillyflowers | Y |
I wot sweet company for to see | Y |
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'O cocks are crowing a merry midnight | T |
I wot the wild fowls are boding day | T |
The psalms of heaven will soon be sung | C2 |
And I ere now will be miss'd away ' | - |
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Then she has taken a crystal wand | T |
And she has stroken her troth thereon | D2 |
She has given it him out at the shot window | T |
Wi' mony a sad sigh and heavy groan | E2 |
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'I thank ye Marg'ret I thank ye Marg'ret | T |
And ay I thank ye heartilie | R |
Gin ever the dead come for the quick | F2 |
Be sure Marg'ret I'll come for thee ' | - |
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It 's hosen and shoon and gown alone | E2 |
She climb'd the wall and follow'd him | G2 |
Until she came to the green forest | T |
And there she lost the sight o' him | G2 |
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'Is there ony room at your head Saunders | Y |
Is there ony room at your feet | T |
Or ony room at your side Saunders | Y |
Where fain fain I wad sleep ' | - |
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'There 's nae room at my head Marg'ret | T |
There 's nae room at my feet | T |
My bed it is fu' lowly now | H2 |
Amang the hungry worms I sleep | I2 |
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'Cauld mould is my covering now | H2 |
But and my winding sheet | T |
The dew it falls nae sooner down | X |
Than my resting place is weet | T |
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'But plait a wand o' bonny birk | J2 |
And lay it on my breast | T |
And shed a tear upon my grave | K2 |
And wish my saul gude rest ' | - |
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Then up and crew the red red cock | L2 |
And up and crew the gray | T |
''Tis time 'tis time my dear Marg'ret | T |
That you were going away | T |
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'And fair Marg'ret and rare Marg'ret | T |
And Marg'ret o' veritie | T |
Gin e'er ye love another man | M2 |
Ne'er love him as ye did me ' | - |
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