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Fair Margaret and Sweet William
2 Lady Marget she rose in the dead hour of night When they'se all a-lying at sleep,
Lady Marget she rose in the dead hour of night And stood at his bed feet.
3 Says, how do you like your bed ? she says, And how do you like your sheet ?
Or how do you like your brown broden bride That lays in your arms at sleep ?
4 Very well, very well do I like my bed, But better do I like my sheet,
But better do I like a lady gay Who stands at my bed feet.
5 Sweet William arose at the dead hour of night When they was all a-lying at sleep,
Sweet William arose at the dead hour of night And tingled on the ring.
There was none so ready as her seven brothers To rise and let him come in.
6 O where is Lady Marget, Lady Marget ? he cries, O where is Lady Marget ? says he;
For she's a girl I always did adore And she stole my heart from me.
7 Is she in her dower room ? Or is she in the hall ?
Or is she in her bed chambry Along with the merry maids all ?
8 She is not in her dower room, Nor neither in the hall,
But she is in her cold, cold coffin With her pale face toward the wall.
9 And when he pulled the milk-white sheets That were made of satin so fine :
Ten thousand times you have kissed my lips And now, love, I'll kiss thine.
10 Three times he kissed her snowy white breast, Three times he kissed her cheek, But when he kissed her cold clay lips His heart was broke within.