店员桑德斯和玛格丽特走过你的花园绿地;他们之间的爱情是悲伤而沉重的。“一张床，一张床，”店员桑德斯说，“一张你和我的床!“不，不，”玛格丽特说，“直到我们和他结婚。因为五月来了我的七个兄弟，他们的火把明亮地燃烧着;他们会说:‘我们只有一个妹妹，瞧，她和一个骑士在一起!“‘然后把剑从我的剑鞘里取出来，慢慢地拔下别针;你可以起誓，保全你的信心。你从没让桑德斯书记进来过。“拿块餐巾在你手里，把你漂亮的头发绑起来，你可以发誓，保存你的信心，你昨天晚上就看见我了。” It was about the midnight hour, When they asleep were laid, When in and came her seven brothers, Wi' torches burning red. When in and came her seven brothers, Wi' torches burning bright: They said, 'We hae but ae sister, And behold her lying with a knight!' Then out and spake the first o' them, 'I bear the sword shall gar him die!' And out and spake the second o' them, 'His father has nae mair than he!' And out and spake the third o' them, 'I wot that they are lovers dear!' And out and spake the fourth o' them, 'They hae been in love this mony a year!' Then out and spake the fifth o' them, 'It were great sin true love to twain!' And out and spake the sixth o' them, 'It were shame to slay a sleeping man!' Then up and gat the seventh o' them, And never a word spake he; But he has striped his bright brown brand Out through Clerk Saunders' fair bodye. Clerk Saunders he started, and Margaret she turned Into his arms as asleep she lay; And sad and silent was the night That was atween thir twae. And they lay still and sleeped sound Until the day began to daw; And kindly to him she did say, 'It is time, true love, you were awa'.' But he lay still, and sleeped sound, Albeit the sun began to sheen; She looked atween her and the wa', And dull and drowsie were his e'en. Then in and came her father dear; Said,--'Let a' your mourning be: I'll carry the dead corpse to the clay, And I'll come back and comfort thee.' 'Comfort weel your seven sons; For comforted will I never be: I ween 'twas neither knave nor loon Was in the bower last night wi' me.' The clinking bell gaed through the town, To carry the dead corse to the clay; And Clerk Saunders stood at may Margaret's window, I wot, an hour before the day. 'Are ye sleeping, Margaret?' he says, 'Or are ye waking presentlie? Give me my faith and troth again, I wot, true love, I gied to thee.' 'Your faith and troth ye sall never get, Nor our true love sall never twin, Until ye come within my bower, And kiss me cheik and chin.' 'My mouth it is full cold, Margaret, It has the smell, now, of the ground; And if I kiss thy comely mouth, Thy days of life will not be lang. 'O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight, I wot the wild fowls are boding day; Give me my faith and troth again, And let me fare me on my way.' 'Thy faith and troth thou sall na get, And our true love sall never twin, Until ye tell what comes of women, I wot, who die in strong traivelling? 'Their beds are made in the heavens high, Down at the foot of our good lord's knee, Weel set about wi' gillyflowers; I wot, sweet company for to see. 'O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight, I wot the wild fowl are boding day; The psalms of heaven will soon be sung, And I, ere now, will be missed away.' Then she has ta'en a crystal wand, And she has stroken her troth thereon; She has given it him out at the shot-window, Wi' mony a sad sigh, and heavy groan. 'I thank ye, Marg'ret, I thank ye, Marg'ret; And aye I thank ye heartilie; Gin ever the dead come for the quick, Be sure, Mag'ret, I'll come for thee.' It's hosen and shoon, and gown alone, She climb'd the wall, and followed him, Until she came to the green forest, And there she lost the sight o' him. 'Is there ony room at your head, Saunders? Is there ony room at your feet? Is there ony room at your side, Saunders, Where fain, fain I wad sleep?' 'There's nae room at my head, Marg'ret, There's nae room at my feet; My bed it is full lowly now, Amang the hungry worms I sleep. 'Cauld mould is my covering now, But and my winding-sheet; The dew it falls nae sooner down Than my resting-place is weet. 'But plait a wand o' bonnie birk, And lay it on my breast; And shed a tear upon my grave, And wish my saul gude rest. 'And fair Marg'ret, and rare Marg'ret, And Marg'ret, o' veritie, Gin ere ye love another man, Ne'er love him as ye did me.'