Lady Margret was standing in her own room door
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A comb in her long yellow hair
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When who did she spy but sweet William and his bride
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As to the churchyard they drew near
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The day passed away and the night coming on
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Most of the men were asleep
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Lady Margret appeared all dressed in white
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Standing at his bed feet
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She said "How do you like your bed? And how do you like your sheet?
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And how do you like your fair, young bride that's laying in your arms asleep?"
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He said "Very well do I like my bed. Much better do I like my sheet
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But most of all that fair, young girl standing at my bed feet"
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Then once he kissed her lily white hand
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And twice he kissed her cheek
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Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips then he fell into her arms asleep
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The night passed away and the day came on
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Into the morning light
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Sweet William said "I'm troubled in my head by the dreams that I dreamed last night
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Such dreams, such dreams as these I know they mean no good
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For I dreamed that my bower was full of red swine and my bride's bed full of blood"
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He asked "Is Lady Margret in her room? Or is she out in the hall?"
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But Lady Margret lay in a cold, black coffin with her face turned to the wall
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Throw back, throw back those snow white robe
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Be they ever so fine
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And let me kiss those cold corpsy lips for I know they'll never kiss mine
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Then once he kissed her lily white hand
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And twice he kissed her cheek
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Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips then he fell into her arms asleep
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Lady Margret
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| Various Artists |
