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Little Margaret, sitting at her high door,
Combing back her long, hair,
When she saw Sweet William and his new-made
Riding the church so near.

She down her iv'ry 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 like your
How do you like gay young lady
lying in your arms asleep?"

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

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

"Such dreams, dreams, I do not like,
Such dreams, they are no
I dreamed my 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 Margaret's house,
He to her house alone.

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

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