The English and Scottish Popular Ballads Edited by Francis James Child. |
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Sweet William and May Margaret
SWEET WILLIAM'S GHOST—E
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As May Margret sat in her bouerie,In her bouer all alone,
At the very parting o midnicht
She heard a mournfu moan.
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‘O is it my father? O is it my mother?Or is it my brother John?
Or is it Sweet William, my ain true-love,
To Scotland new come home?’
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‘It is na your father, it is na your mother,It is na your brother John;
But it is Sweet William, your ain true-love,
To Scotland new come home.’
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‘Hae ye brought me onie fine things,Onie new thing for to wear?
Or hae ye brought me a braid o lace,
To snood up my gowden hair?’
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‘I've brought ye na fine things at all,Nor onie new thing to wear,
Nor hae I brought ye a braid of lace,
To snood up your gowden hair.
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‘But Margaret, dear Margaret,I pray ye speak to me;
O gie me back my faith and troth,
As dear as I gied it thee.’
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‘Your faith and troth ye sanna get,Nor will I wi ye twin,
Till ye come within my bouer,
And kiss me, cheek and chin.’
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‘O should I come within your bouer,I am na earthly man;
If I should kiss your red, red lips,
Your days wad na be lang.
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‘O Margaret, dear Margaret,I pray ye speak to me;
O gie me back my faith and troth,
As dear as I gied it thee.’
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‘Your faith and troth ye sanna get,Nor will I wi ye twin,
Till ye tak me to yonder kirk,
And wed me wi a ring.’
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‘My banes are buried in yon kirk-yard,It's far ayont the sea;
And it is my spirit, Margaret,
That's speaking unto thee.’
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‘Your faith and troth ye sanna get,Nor will I twin wi thee,
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And pains of hell how they be.’
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‘The pleasures of heaven I wat not of,But the pains of hell I dree;
There some are hie hangd for huring,
And some for adulterie.’
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Then Margret took her milk-white hand,And smoothd it on his breast:
‘Tak your faith and troth, William,
God send your soul good rest!’
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