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

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

day being gone and night coming on,
When all men were asleep,
Little Margaret all dressed in white,
A-standing at bed-feet.

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

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

Then night gone and day coming on,
most all men were awake,
Sweet William told how he's troubled to his
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 love a-swimming in blood."

So he called his man to go
And saddle the roan,
And he rode till he come to Lady house,
He rode to her alone.

"Is Lady in her room,
Or is she in the hall?"
"No, Little Margaret's in her coffin,
her pale face 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.