Текст песни rogers stan - Lady Margaret
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Lady MargaretSweet William rose one morning brightAnd dressed himself in blue"Come tell to me the long lost loveBetween Lady Margaret and you""I know no harm of Lady Margaret," said he"And I hope she knows none of meBut tomorrow morning before eight o`clockLady Margaret my bride shall be"As Lady Margaret was in her chamber highA-combing up her hairShe spied sweet William and his brideAs they to the church drew nearShe threw down her ivory combAnd tossed back her hairAnd from the room a fair lady cameThat was seen in there no moreThe day being gone and the night being comeWhen most men were asleepSweet William spied Lady Margaret`s ghostA-standing at his bed feet"How do you like your bed?" she said"And how do you like your sheet?And how do you like the fair ladyThat lies in your arms asleep?""Very well do I like my bed," said he"Very well do I like my sheetBut better do I like the fair ladyThat is standing at my bed feet"The night being gone and the day being comeWhen most men were awakeSweet William said he was troubled in his headFrom a dream he had last nightHe called his weary waiting maidsBy one, by two, by threeAnd last of all, with his bride`s consentLady Margaret he went to seeHe went unto the parlor doorHe knocked until he made things ringBut none was so ready as her own dear brotherTo arise and let him in"Is Lady Margaret in the parlor?" said he"Or is she in the hallOr is she in her chamber highAmong the gay ladies all?""Lady Margaret is not in the parlor," said he"She is neither in the hallShe is in her coffinAnd a-lying by the wall""Tear down, tear down, those milk white sheetsThey are made of silk so fineThat I may kiss Lady Margaret`s cheekFor ofttimes she has kissed mine"The first that he kissed was her rosy cheekThe next was her dimpled chinThe last of all was her clay-cold lipsThat pierced his heart within"Tear down, tear down those milk white sheetsThey are made of silk so fineToday they hang around Lady Margaret`s corpseAnd tomorrow they will hang around mine"Lady Margaret died of pure, pure loveSweet William died of sorrowThey are buried in one burying groundBoth side and side togetherOut of her grave grew a red roseAnd out of his a briarThey grew in a twining true lover`s knotThe rose and the green briarChild #74Printed in Folksongs of the South by Coxversions recorded by Hedy West, Buffy Ste. Marie, Sally Rogersfilename[ LADYMARGSF===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===