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lyrics
As lady Margaret sat in her bowery,
in her bower all alone,
at the very parting of midnight
she heard a mournful moan.
Oh, is it my father, oh is it my mother,
oh is it my brother John?
Or is it sweet William, my own true love,
to Scotland new come home?
It is not your father, it is not your mother,
it is not your brother John,
but it is sweet William, your own true love,
to Scotland new come home.
Oh have you brought me any fine things,
any new thing for to wear,
or have you brought me a braid of lace
to snood up my golden hair?
I've brought you no fine things at all,
nor any new things to wear,
nor have I brought you a braid of lace
to snood up your golden hair.
But Margaret, dear Margaret,
I pray you speak to me,
Oh give me my faith and troth, Margaret,
as dear I gave it thee.
My faith and troth you'll never get,
nor our true love shall never twain,
till you come with me in by bower
and kiss me both cheek and chin.
My mouth it is full cold, Margaret,
it has the smell now of the ground,
and if I kiss thy comely mouth,
thy life-days will not be long.
The cocks they are crowing, Margaret, he said,
the cock they are crowing again!
And it's time the dead should part the quick--
Margaret, I must begone.
She followed him high, she followed him low,
till he came to yon churchyard.
There the grave did open up,
and Sweet William he lay down.
Is there any room at your head, William,
is there any room at your feet?
Is there any room at your two sides
where fain, fain would I sleep?
There is no room at my head, Margaret,
there is no room at my feet,
and there's no room at my two sides
for ladies for to sleep.
Cold meal is my covering o'er,
and on my winding sheet,
my bed it is full low I say,
among the hungry worms I sleep.
Cold meal is my covering o'er,
and on my winding sheet,
the dew it falls no further down
than aye it is full wet.
Now Margaret's took her lily-white hand
and laid it on his breast,
saying, "Take your faith and troth, William,
God send your soul good rest,
God send your soul good rest."
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