English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	Fair Margaret and Sweet William 14 Unroll, unroll the winding-sheets, Although they're very fine, And let me kiss them cold pale lips Just as often as they've kissed mine. 15 Three times he kissed her ivory cheeks, And then he kissed her chin, And when he kissed them cold pale lips There was no breath within. 16 Lady Marget she died like it might be to-day, Sweet William he died on tomorrow; Lady Marget she died for pure, true love, Sweet William he died for sorrow. 17 Lady Marget were buried in yons churchyard, Sweet William was buried by her ; From her there sprung a red, red rose, From his there sprung a briar. 18 They both growed up the old church wall Till, of course, could grow no higher, And they met and they tied in a true love's knot, For the rose rolled round the briar. 2 O mother, O mother, I saw a sight Which I never shall see any more. She dies, she never drew another breath, And she never lived any longer. 3 Willy rode on home that night And quickly fell asleep, Bothered and pestered all night In a dream he dreamed before. •I.e. with tonic D. If C be tonic, Mode 1, a + b (ionian ). 64