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

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

It's day being and night coming on,
When all men were asleep,
Little appeared all dressed in white,
A-standing at bed-feet.

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

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

Then night being and day coming on,
most all men were awake,
Sweet William told how he's troubled to his
By a dream that he last night.

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

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

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

Once he her lily-white hand,
And he kissed her cheek,
times he kissed her cold corpsy lips
And fell in her asleep.