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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 77
6. He rode and he rode till he came to the gate,
And he dingled at the ring; And who was so ready as her seventh brother To arise and let him in?
7. "0 where is Lady Margaret today,
In her kitchen or in her hall? Or is she in her high chamber, Among her merry maids all?"
8. "She's neither in her kitchen here
Nor is she in her hall, But she lies asleep in her clay-cold coffin With her pale face turned to the wall/'
9. "Pull down, pull down those winding sheets
That are of linen so fine, That I may kiss those clay-cold lips That so often have kissed mine."
10. He kissed her on the (rosy?) cheek,
He kissed her on the chin; And then he kissed those clay-cold lips Which pierced his heart within.
11. Lady Margaret died for pure love;
Sweet William he died for sorrow. Lady Margaret was buried on the east of the church, And Sweet William on the west.4
12. Out of Lady Margaret's grave grew a rose,
Out of Sweet William's a briar. They grew and they grew to the church-steeple top
Till they could not grow any higher; There they linked and they clinked in a truelove knot,
The rose tree and the briar. |
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*The last two lines of this stanza have evidently heen supplied by the singer. The rhyme would seem to require morrow in fourth line, a change which would necessitate the word today in the third. |
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