Lady Margaret

              Collected by Carolyn Cearley and Louise Guisinger Thenscribed by M. C. Parler
Mrs. Joy Dowell And Mrs. Pederson Fayetteville, Ark December 25, 1961
Reel 418, Item.4
Lady Margaret
Lady Margaret was sitting in her father's hall Combing back her yellow hair,
And who does she spy but sweet William and his bride, To the churchyard drawing nigh.
Lady Matgaret threw hack her yellow, hair Likewisw her ivory comb,
And she went uo in her own chamber,
And she never came down any more.
Sweer William shrugged all to his might,
Of a dream he dremed last night,
And he dreamed that his hall was full of wild swine,
And his bride there was swimming in blood.
"Open the door," Sweet william he cried,
"And let me see her once more,
And let me eat of her snowy white breast,
And no more drink of her wine."
Twenty times he kissed her cheeks Twenty times he kissed her chin,
And twenty times her cold pale lips There where were no breath in.
Tomorrow morning, my dear, - - You may do the same by me,