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These lovers met, and never parted; They met as lovers wont to do Who meet when both are broken-hearted, To breathe a last and long adieu. Pale Margaret wept. Clerke Richard sighed; And, folded in each other's arms, they died.

Yes, they did die ere word was spoken; Surprise, grief-love had chained their tongue; And now that hatred was ywroken, A wondrous joy in them had sprung. And then despair froze either heart, Which lived to meet—but died to part.

Clerke Richard, he was buried low In fair Linlithgow; and his love Was laid beside him there; and lo, A bonnie tree did grow above Their double grave, and it doth flourish Green o'er the spot where love did perish.