And up and spak her thirden brother, Ay in ill time spak he: "Curse on his love and comeliness!-- 95 Dishonour'd as ye be, The sword that hangs at my sword-belt Sall quickly sinder ye!" Her eldest brother has drawn his sword; Her second has drawn anither; 100 Between Clerk Saunders' hause and collar bane The cald iron met thegither. "O wae be to you, my fause brethren, And an ill death mat ye die! Ye mith slain Clerk Saunders in open field, 105 And no in the bed wi' me." When seven years were come and gane, Lady Margaret she thought lang; And she is up to the hichest tower, By the lee licht o' the moon. 110 She was lookin o'er her castle high, To see what she might fa'; And there she saw a grieved ghost Comin waukin o'er the wa'.[L114] "O are ye a man of mean," she says, 115 "Seekin ony o' my meat? Or are you a rank robber, Come in my bower to break?" "O I'm Clerk Saunders, your true love; Behold, Margaret, and see, 120 And mind, for a' your meikle pride, Sae will become of thee." "Gin ye be Clerk Saunders, my true love, This meikle marvels me: O wherein is your bonny arms 125 That wont to embrace me?" "By worms they're eaten, in mools they're rotten, Behold, Margaret, and see; And mind, for a' your mickle pride, Sae will become o' thee!" 130 * * * * * * * O, bonny, bonny sang the bird, Sat on the coil o' hay; But dowie, dowie was the maid, That follow'd the corpse o' clay. "Is there ony room at your head, Saunders, 135 Is there ony room at your feet? Is there ony room at your twa sides, For a lady to lie and sleep?" "There is nae room at my head, Margaret, As little at my feet; 140 There is nae room at my twa sides, For a lady to lie and sleep. "But gae hame, gae hame, now, May Margaret, Gae hame and sew your seam; For if ye were laid in your weel-made bed, 145 Your days will nae be lang." 114. The _wa'_ here is supposed to mean the wall, which, in some old castles, surrounded the court. J. LORD WA'YATES AND AULD INGRAM. A FRAGMENT. See p. 72. Jamieson's _Popular Ballads_, ii. 265. "From Mr. Herd's MS., transmitted by Mr. Scott." Lady Maisery was a lady fair, She made her mother's bed; Auld Ingram was an aged knight, And her he sought to wed.