Fair Margaret And Sweet William Lyrics - Frank Fairfield - Frank Fairfield

Sweet William rose one winter's morn 

Pray Lord to me speak truth 

And tell me of that long lost love 

Between Lady Margaret and you 

Of Lady Margaret I know not 

And she knows not of me 

For I upon the midday sun 

Some other's groom shall be 

Lady Margaret sitting in her high window 

Combing her long yellow hair 

Spied sweet William and his new made bride 

Riding up the road so fair 

Down she threw her ivory comb 

And down she threw her hair 

And down she came from that high window 

And was never seen no more 

The sun sank low on William's home 

His mind consumed with fear 

He dreamt his home was full of white shroud 

And the bed was flowing with tears 

It was the time that night set in 

And all were fast asleep 

He spied Lady Margaret all cloaked in white 

She was standing at the bed feet 

How do you like you bed said she 

How do you like your sheets 

How do you like your new made bride 

That's lying in your arms asleep 

Very well do I like my bed said he 

Still better I like my sheets 

But best of all that fair young maid 

That stands at my bed feet 

He called on his milk-white steed 

As fast as the horse could ride 

He rode 'til he came to fair Margaret's home 

So load he called and cried 

Is Lady Margaret in the house 

Or is she in the hall 

Or is she in her parlor room 

Among the maiden's all 

She's neither in the house said she 

Nor is she in the hall 

There Margaret's in the cold black coffin 

With her face turned to the wall 

Tear it down, tear it down her ivory sheets 

Oh tear them ever so fine 

And let me kiss her cold corpse lips 

For I know they'll never kiss mine 

Once he kissed her pale white hand 

And twice he kissed her cheek 

Three times he kissed her cold corpse lips 

And he fell in her arms asleep