Lady Margaret 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 church yard they drew near
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The day passed away and night coming on
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Most of the men were asleep
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Lady Margaret 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
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How do you like your sheet
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How do you like your fair young bride
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That¡¯s lying in your arms asleep
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He said very well do I like my bed
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Much better do I like my sheet
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But most of all that fair young girl
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That¡¯s standing at my bed feet
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Then once he kissed her lily white hand
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Twice he kissed her cheek
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Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips
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Then he fell into her arms asleep
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Well the night passed away and the day came on
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And into the morning light
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Sweet William said I¡¯m troubled in my head
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By the dreams that I dreamed last night
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Such dreams such dreams as these
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I know they mean no good
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For I dreamed that my bower was full of red swine
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And my bride¡¯s bed full of blood
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He asked is Lady Margaret in her room
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Or is she out in the hall
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But Lady Margaret lay in a cold black coffin
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With her face turned to the wall
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Throw back, throw back those snow white robes
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Be they ever so fine
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And let me kiss those cold corpsy lips
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For I know they¡¯ll never kiss mine
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Then once he kissed her lily white hand
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Twice he kissed her cheek
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Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips
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Then he fell into her arms asleep
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Fair Margaret And Sweet William
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| Tim O'Brien |
