Lady Margaret Lyrics - Singles - Rogers Stan

Lady Margaret 

Sweet William rose one morning bright 

And dressed himself in blue 

"Come tell to me the long lost love 

Between Lady Margaret and you" 

"I know no harm of Lady Margaret," said he 

"And I hope she knows none of me 

But tomorrow morning before eight o'clock 

Lady Margaret my bride shall be" 

As Lady Margaret was in her chamber high 

A-combing up her hair 

She spied sweet William and his bride 

As they to the church drew near 

She threw down her ivory comb 

And tossed back her hair 

And from the room a fair lady came 

That was seen in there no more 

The day being gone and the night being come 

When most men were asleep 

Sweet William spied Lady Margaret's ghost 

A-standing at his bed feet 

"How do you like your bed?" she said 

"And how do you like your sheet? 

And how do you like the fair lady 

That lies in your arms asleep?" 

"Very well do I like my bed," said he 

"Very well do I like my sheet 

But better do I like the fair lady 

That is standing at my bed feet" 

The night being gone and the day being come 

When most men were awake 

Sweet William said he was troubled in his head 

From a dream he had last night 

He called his weary waiting maids 

By one, by two, by three 

And last of all, with his bride's consent 

Lady Margaret he went to see 

He went unto the parlor door 

He knocked until he made things ring 

But none was so ready as her own dear brother 

To arise and let him in 

"Is Lady Margaret in the parlor?" said he 

"Or is she in the hall 

Or is she in her chamber high 

Among the gay ladies all?" 

"Lady Margaret is not in the parlor," said he 

"She is neither in the hall 

She is in her coffin 

And a-lying by the wall" 

"Tear down, tear down, those milk white sheets 

They are made of silk so fine 

That I may kiss Lady Margaret's cheek 

For ofttimes she has kissed mine" 

The first that he kissed was her rosy cheek 

The next was her dimpled chin 

The last of all was her clay-cold lips 

That pierced his heart within 

"Tear down, tear down those milk white sheets 

They are made of silk so fine 

Today they hang around Lady Margaret's corpse 

And tomorrow they will hang around mine" 

Lady Margaret died of pure, pure love 

Sweet William died of sorrow 

They are buried in one burying ground 

Both side and side together 

Out of her grave grew a red rose 

And out of his a briar 

They grew in a twining true lover's knot 

The rose and the green briar 

Child #74 

Printed in Folksongs of the South by Cox 

versions recorded by Hedy West, Buffy Ste. Marie, Sally Rogers 

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