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Ballads and Songs of Michigan
But she is in her own coffin Lying out against the wall."
13 "Take down those sheets, those sheets," cried he, "Made out o£ your silk so fine,
That I may kiss those clay-cold lips, For ofttimes they've kissed mine.
14 "Take down those sheets, those sheets," he cried, "Made of your Holland so fine,
For today they are over Lady Marg'ret's corpse, And tomorrow they'll be over mine."
15 Lady Marg'ret she died as it might be today; Sweet William he died as tomorrow.
Lady Marg'ret she died of a pure, pure love; Sweet William he died of sorrow.
16 Lady Marg'ret was buried under a rose Sweet William in under a willow;
And they both grew tall, and they both grew together, And they tied in a true lover's knot. |
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