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FAIR MARGARET AND SWEET WILLIAM—B
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Communicated to Percy by the Dean of Derry, as written down from memory by his mother, Mrs Bernard; February, 1776.
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Sweet William would a wooing ride,His steed was lovely brown;
A fairer creature than Lady Margaret
Sweet William could find none.
2
Sweet William came to Lady Margaret's bower,And knocked at the ring,
And who so ready as Lady Margaret
To rise and to let him in.
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Down then came her father dear,Clothed all in blue:
‘I pray, Sweet William, tell to me
What love's between my daughter and you?’
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‘I know none by her,’ he said,‘And she knows none by me;
Before tomorrow at this time
Another bride you shall see.’
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Lady Margaret at her bower-window,Combing of her hair,
She saw Sweet William and his brown bride
Unto the church repair.
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Down she cast her iv'ry comb,And up she tossd her hair,
She went out from her bowr alive,
But never so more came there.
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When day was gone, and night was come,All people were asleep,
In glided Margaret's grimly ghost,
And stood at William's feet.
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‘How d'ye like your bed, Sweet William?How d'ye like your sheet?
And how d'ye like that brown lady,
That lies in your arms asleep?’
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‘Well I like my bed, Lady Margaret,And well I like my sheet;
But better I like that fair lady
That stands at my bed's feet.’
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When night was gone, and day was come,All people were awake,
The lady waket out of her sleep,
And thus to her lord she spake.
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‘I dreamd a dream, my wedded lord,That seldom comes to good;
I dreamd that our bowr was lin'd with white swine,
And our brid-chamber full of blood.’
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He called up his merry men all,By one, by two, by three,
‘We will go to Lady Margaret's bower,
With the leave of my wedded lady.’
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When he came to Lady Margaret's bower,He knocked at the ring,
And who were so ready as her brethren
To rise and let him in.
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‘Oh is she in the parlor,’ he said,‘Or is she in the hall?
Or is she in the long chamber,
Amongst her merry maids all?’
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‘She's not in the parlor,’ they said,‘Nor is she in the hall;
But she is in the long chamber,
Laid out against the wall.’
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‘Open the winding sheet,’ he cry'd,‘That I may kiss the dead;
That I may kiss her pale and wan
Whose lips used to look so red.’
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Lady Margaret [died] on the over night,Sweet William died on the morrow;
Lady Margaret died for pure, pure love,
Sweet William died for sorrow.
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On Margaret's grave there grew a rose,On Sweet William's grew a briar;
They grew till they joind in a true lover's knot,
And then they died both together.
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