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Fair Margaret and Sweet William
6 Saying : How do you like your bed, Sweet William ? Or how do you like your sheet ?
Or how do you like your new wedded wife That lies in your arms and sleeps ?
7 Very well, very well I like my bed, Very well I like my sheet,
But ten thousand times better do I like the lady gay That stands at my bed-feet
8 Sweet William he rose and stood all alone, He tingled at the ring.
There was none so ready as her dear old mother To rise and let him come in.
9 O where's Lady Margret ? he says, O where's Lady Margret ? he cries. Lady Margret is a girl I always adored, She hath stole my heart away.
10 Or is she in her dowel room ? Or is she in her hall ? Or is she in her bed-chamber Among her merry maids all ?
11 She's neither in her dowel room, Nor neither in her hall;
Lady Margret she's in her cold coffin With her pale face all to the wall.
12 O down he pulled the milk-white sheets That was made of satin so fine.
Ten thousand times she has kissed my lips, So lovely I'll kiss thine.
13 Three times he kissed her cherry, cherry cheeks, Three times he kissed her chin,
And when he kissed her clay cold lips His heart it broke within.
14 Saying: What will you have at Lady Margret's burying ? Will you have some bread and wine ?
To-morrow morning about eight o'clock, The same may be had at mine.
15 They buried Lady Margret in the old church-yard, They buried Sweet William by her;
Out of Lady Margret's grave sprung a deep-red rose, And out of William's a briar.