English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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Fair Margaret and Sweet William
And it's down she stood her ivory comb And back she threw her hair.
And it's you may suppose and be very well assured Lady Marget was heard no more.
5   The time has passed away and gone For all men to be asleep,
And something appeared to Sweet William and his new wedded bride And stood up at their bed feet.
6   Saying : How do you like your bed making ? Or how do you like your sheets ?
Or how do you like that new wedded bride That lies in your arms and sleeps ?
7   Very well do I like my bed making, Much better do I like my sheets; But the best of all is the gay lady That stands at my bed feet.
8   The time was passed away and gone For all men to be awake.
Sweet William he said he was troubled in his head By the dreams that he dreamed last night.
9   Such dreams, such dreams cannot be true, I'm afraid they're of no good,
For I dreamed that my chamber was full of wild swine And my bride's bed a-floating in blood.
10 He called down his waiting-men, One, by two, by three,
Saying: Go and ask leave of my new wedded bride If Lady Marget I mayn't go and see.
11   It's he rode up to Lady Marget's own bowing room, And he knocked so clear at the ring ;
And who was so ready as her own born brother For to rise and let him in.
12   Is Lady Marget in her own bowing room ? Or is she in her hall ?
Or is she high in her chambry Amongst her merry maids all ?
13   Lady Marget's not in her bowing room, Nor neither is she in her hall;
But she is in her long coffin, Lies pale against yon wall.