English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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Fair Margaret and Sweet William
11   What will you have at Lady Marget's burying ? Will you have bread and wine ?
Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock The same shall be had at mine.
12   They buried Lady Marget in our church-yard, And buried Sweet William by her;
And out of Sweet William's breast sprung a blood-red rose, And out of Lady Marget's a briar.
13   They grew and grew to the top of the church, And they could grow no higher,
And they tied a true love's knot And lived and died together.
2   I know nothing of Lady Margret, he says, Lady Margret knows nothing of me. To-morrow morning about eight o'clock Lady Margret my bride shall see.
3   Lady Margret was in her dowel room, Combing back her yellow hair.
She saw Sweet William and his new wedded wife As they drew near to her.
4  O down she threw her ivory comb, And back she threw her hair, And running to her bed-chamber To never no more appear.
5   The very same night they were all in the bed, They were all in the bed asleep,
Lady Margret she rose and stood all alone And sung at Sweet William's bed feet.