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Sweet William's Ghost
SWEET WILLIAM'S GHOST—A
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Ramsay's Tea Table Miscellany, “4th volume, 1740;” here from the London edition of 1763, p. 324.
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There came a ghost to Margret's door,With many a grievous groan,
And ay he tirled at the pin,
But answer made she none.
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‘Is that my father Philip,Or is't my brother John?
Or is't my true-love, Willy,
From Scotland new come home?’
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‘'Tis not thy father Philip,Nor yet thy brother John;
But 'tis thy true-love, Willy,
From Scotland new come home.
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‘O sweet Margret, O dear Margret,I pray thee speak to me;
Give me my faith and troth, Margret,
As I gave it to thee.’
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‘Thy faith and troth thou's never get,Nor yet will I thee lend,
Till that thou come within my bower,
And kiss my cheek and chin.’
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‘If I shoud come within thy bower,I am no earthly man;
And shoud I kiss thy rosy lips,
Thy days will not be lang.
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‘O sweet Margret, O dear Margret,I pray thee speak to me;
Give me my faith and troth, Margret,
As I gave it to thee.’
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‘Thy faith and troth thou's never get,Nor yet will I thee lend,
Till you take me to yon kirk,
And wed me with a ring.’
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‘My bones are buried in yon kirk-yard,Afar beyond the sea,
And it is but my spirit, Margret,
That's now speaking to thee.’
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She stretchd out her lilly-white hand,And, for to do her best,
‘Hae, there's your faith and troth, Willy,
God send your soul good rest.’
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Now she has kilted her robes of greenA piece below her knee,
And a' the live-lang winter night
The dead corp followed she.
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‘Is there any room at your head, Willy?Or any room at your feet?
Or any room at your side, Willy,
Wherein that I may creep?’
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‘There's no room at my head, Margret,There's no room at my feet;
There's no room at my side, Margret,
My coffin's made so meet.’
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Then up and crew the red, red cock,And up then crew the gray:
‘Tis time, tis time, my dear Margret,
That you were going away.’
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No more the ghost to Margret said,But, with a grievous groan,
Evanishd in a cloud of mist,
And left her all alone.
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‘O stay, my only true-love, stay,’The constant Margret cry'd;
Wan grew her cheeks, she closd her een,
Stretchd her soft limbs, and dy'd.
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