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74 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
14. 'T was first he kissed her rosy cheek
And then her rosy chin, But the last of all was her clay-cold lips That pierced his heart within.
15. "Roll up, roll up those fine Holland sheets
That's made of the Holland so fine, For today they hang over Lady Margaret's corpse And tomorrow they will hang over mine."
16. They buried her in the old churchyard ;
They buried him by her side; And out of her grave a red rosy grew, And out of his a brier.
17. They grew and grew up the church steeple wall
Till they couldn't grow any higher, And there they twined in a truelover's knot, The rosy and the brier.
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"Lady Margaret and Sweet William." Contributed by Mrs. Thomas M. Bryant, of Evansville, Indiana. Vanderburg" County. November 16, 1935.
1. Lady Margaret was sitting in her chamber so high,
A-combing of her hair, When she spied Sweet William and his wedded lady A-taking of the air.
2. Lady Margaret threw down the ivory comb
And vanished from that place, And all that day and all that night
Lady Margaret was seen there no more.
3. The day being past and the night a-coming on,
When most of the men were asleep, Lady Margaret came walking softly downstairs And stood at William's bed feet. |
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