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Little Margaret, at her high hall door,
back her long, yellow hair,
When she saw Sweet William and his bride
from the church so near.

She throwed down her comb,
Throwed back her yellow hair,
Saying, "I'll go and bid him farewell,
And go there."

day being gone and night coming on,
When most all men asleep,
Little Margaret appeared all in white,
at their bed-feet.

"How do you your pillow," she asked him,
"How do you your sheet?
How do you like that gay young
That's lying in arms asleep?"

"Very do I like my pillow," he answered,
"Much do I like my sheet,
But best of all is that fair young
standing at my bed-feet."

Then night gone and day coming on,
When all men were awake,
Sweet told how he's troubled to his soul
By a dream he dreamed last night.

"Such dreams, dreams, I do not like,
Such dreams, they are no
I my floor was covered with gore,
And my true love in blood."

So he his serving man to go
And the dapple roan,
And he rode till he to Lady Margaret's house,
He rode to her alone.

"Is Margaret in her room,
Or is she in the hall?"
"No, Little in her coal-black coffin,
With her pale turned to the wall."

Once he kissed her hand,
And twice he her cheek,
Three he kissed her cold corpsy lips
And fell in her asleep.