Fair Margaret and Sweet William
No: 74; variant: 74C
- As Margaret stood at her window so clear,
A combing back her hair,
She saw Sweet William and his gay bride
Unto the church draw near.
- Then down she threw her ivory comb,
She turned back her hair;
There was a fair maid at that window,
She’s gone, she’ll come no more there.
- In the night, in the middle of the night,
When all men were asleep,
There walkd a ghost, Fair Margaret’s ghost,
And stood at his bed’s feet.
- Sweet William he dremed a dream, and he said,
‘I wish it prove for good;
My chamber was full of wild men’s wine,
And my bride-bed stood in blood.’
- Then he calld up his stable-groom,
To saddle his nag with speed:
‘This night will I ride to Fair Margaret’s bowr,
With the leave of my lady.
- ‘Oh is Fair Margaret in the kitchen?
Or is she in the hall?
. . . . .
. . . .
- ‘No, she is not in the kitchen,’ they cryed,
‘Nor is she in the hall;
But she is in the long chamber,
Laid up against the wall.’
- Go with your right side to Newcastle,
And come with your left side home,
There you will see those two lovers
Lie printed on one stone.