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

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

It's day being and night coming on,
most all men were asleep,
Little Margaret all dressed in white,
at their bed-feet.

"How do you like your pillow," she him,
"How do you like your
How do you that 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 fair young maid
standing at my bed-feet."

Then night being gone and day on,
When most all men 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, are no good;
I dreamed my was covered with gore,
And my true a-swimming in blood."

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

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

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