The book of British ballads . Then out it speaks auld Owsenford, A sorry man was he: Gang to your bouirs, ye lilye flouirs; For a this maunna be. Then out it speaks him Hynde Henry: Come here, Janet, to me;Will ye gie me my faith and troth, And love, as I gae thee ? Ye sail hae your faith and troth,Wi Gods blessing and mine. And twenty times she kissed his mouth,Her father looking on. Then out it speaks him gay William: Come here, sweet Marjorie; Will ye gie me my faith and troth,And love, as I gae thee ? Yes, ye sail hae your faith and troth,Wi Gods blessing and mine. And twenty times she kis
The book of British ballads . Then out it speaks auld Owsenford, A sorry man was he: Gang to your bouirs, ye lilye flouirs; For a this maunna be. Then out it speaks him Hynde Henry: Come here, Janet, to me;Will ye gie me my faith and troth, And love, as I gae thee ? Ye sail hae your faith and troth,Wi Gods blessing and mine. And twenty times she kissed his mouth,Her father looking on. Then out it speaks him gay William: Come here, sweet Marjorie; Will ye gie me my faith and troth,And love, as I gae thee ? Yes, ye sail hae your faith and troth,Wi Gods blessing and mine. And twenty times she kissed his mouth,Her father looking on. O yell tak afF your twa black hats, Lay them down on a stone,That nane may ken that ye are clerks, Till ye are putten doun. The bonnie clerks they died that morn ; Their loves died lang ere noon;And the waefu Clerk o Owsenford To his lady has gane hame. His lady sat on her castle wa, Beholding dale and doun;And there she saw her ain gude lord Come walking to the toun. H. C. Selous del. 354
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