Fair Margaret And Sweet William Lyrics - Tim O'brien

Lady Margaret was standing in her own room door 

A comb in her long yellow hair 

When who did she spy but Sweet William and his bride 

As to the church yard they drew near 

The day passed away and night coming on 

Most of the men were asleep 

Lady Margaret appeared all dressed in white 

Standing at his bed feet 

She said how do you like your bed 

How do you like your sheet 

How do you like your fair young bride 

That's lying in your arms asleep 

He said very well do I like my bed 

Much better do I like my sheet 

But most of all that fair young girl 

That's standing at my bed feet 

Then once he kissed her lily white hand 

Twice he kissed her cheek 

Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips 

Then he fell into her arms asleep 

Well the night passed away and the day came on 

And into the morning light 

Sweet William said I'm troubled in my head 

By the dreams that I dreamed last night 

Such dreams such dreams as these 

I know they mean no good 

For I dreamed that my bower was full of red swine 

And my bride's bed full of blood 

He asked is Lady Margaret in her room 

Or is she out in the hall 

But Lady Margaret lay in a cold black coffin 

With her face turned to the wall 

Throw back, throw back those snow white robes 

Be they ever so fine 

And let me kiss those cold corpsy lips 

For I know they'll never kiss mine 

Then once he kissed her lily white hand 

Twice he kissed her cheek 

Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips 

Then he fell into her arms asleep