Fair Margaret And Sweet William

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