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Lady
William rose one morning bright
And himself in blue
"Come tell to me the long love
Lady Margaret and you"
"I no harm of Lady Margaret," said he
"And I hope she none of me
But tomorrow morning before eight
Lady Margaret my bride be"
As Margaret was in her chamber high
A-combing up her
She sweet William and his bride
As to the church drew near
She down her ivory comb
And tossed back her
And from the room a fair lady
That was seen in there no
The day being gone and the being come
When most men were
William spied Lady Margaret's ghost
A-standing at his bed
"How do you like your bed?" she
"And how do you like sheet?
And how do you the fair lady
lies in your arms asleep?"
"Very do I like my bed," said he
"Very do I like my sheet
But better do I like the lady
That is at my bed feet"
The night being and the day being come
When most men were
Sweet William he was troubled in his head
From a dream he had last
He called his weary maids
By one, by two, by
And of all, with his bride's consent
Margaret he went to see
He unto the parlor door
He knocked until he made ring
But none was so ready as her own dear
To and let him in
"Is Lady in the parlor?" said he
"Or is she in the
Or is she in her chamber
Among the gay all?"
"Lady is not in the parlor," said he
"She is in the hall
She is in her
And by the wall"
"Tear down, tear down, those milk white
They are of silk so fine
That I may kiss Lady cheek
For ofttimes she has mine"
The first he kissed was her rosy cheek
The next was her dimpled
The last of all was her lips
That pierced his within
"Tear down, down those milk white sheets
They are made of silk so
Today they hang around Margaret's corpse
And tomorrow they will hang mine"
Lady Margaret died of pure, pure
William died of sorrow
They are buried in one ground
Both and side together
Out of her grew a red rose
And out of his a
grew in a twining true lover's knot
The rose and the briar
#74
Printed in Folksongs of the by Cox
versions recorded by West, Buffy Ste. Marie, Sally Rogers
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