| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
FAIR MARGARET AND SWEET WILLIAM
IV
Then down she laid her ivory comb,
And up she bound her hair; She went out from her bower alive
But alive never more came there.
v
When day was gone, and night was come,
And all men fast asleep, Came in the ghost of fair Margaret,
And stood at William's feet.
VI
' How like ye the lady, Sweet William,
That lies in your arms asleep ? God give you joy of your gay bride-bed,
And me of my winding-sheet! '
VII
When night was gone, and day was come,
And all men waked from sleep, His lady said to Sweet William,
' My dear, I have cause to weep :
VIII
'I dream'd a dream, Sweet William,
That seldom comes to good : My bower was fill'd with wild-wood swine,
And our bride-bed full of blood.'
IX
He called up his merry men all,
By one, by two, by three. Saying, ' I'll away to Fair Margaret's bower,
With the leave of my ladye.' 282 |
||