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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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