a year he was able to quit the paint business — "it was，
"That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now closed in death, And every charm is fled.
"The hungry worm my sister is; This winding sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear.
"But hark! the cock has warned me hence; A long and late adieu! Come, see, false man, how low she lies, Who died for love of you."
The lark sung loud; the morning smiled, With beams of rosy red: Pale William quaked in every limb, And raving left his bed.
He hied him to the fatal place Where Margaret's body lay: And stretched him on the grass-green turf That wrapped her breathless clay.
And thrice he called on Margaret's name, And thrice he wept full sore: Then laid his cheek to her cold grave, And word spoke never more.
Erl William has muntit his gude grai stede, (Merrie lemis munelicht on the sea,) And graithit him in ane cumli weid, (Swa bonilie blumis the hawthorn tree.)
Erl William rade, Erl William ran,-- (Fast they ryde quha luve trewlie,) Quhyll the Elfinland wud that gude Erl wan-- (Blink ower the burn, sweit may, to mee.)
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