Cat. #1392 (MFH #364) - As sung by Florence Martin, Pittsburg, Kansas on
VERSE 1
Sweet William he rode one morning in June
Dressed himself in blue
Pray tell to me th low, low, low
What's between Lady Margret and me
VERSE 2
I know not a thing but Lady Margret's love
I'm sure she don't love me
But tomorrow morning at eight o'clock
Lady Margret, my bride shall see
VERSE 3
Lady Margret was standing in her own hall door
Combing her silken hair
When she spied sweet William an' his bride
As two --- --- --- now
VERSE 4
She threw away her ivory comb
Back her silken hair
Lady Margret went into her room
Never more to return
VERSE 5
Th day being gone an' th night coming on
When all men were asleep
Sweet William, he dreamed he saw Lady Margret
Standing at his bed feet
VERSE 6
Saying, how do like your bed, kind sir
An' how do you like your sheet
An' how do you like your new wedded wife
That is lying in your arms asleep
VERSE 7
Very well, very well, do I like my bed
Very well do I like my sheet
Much better do I like that fair pretty girl
That is standing in my bed feet
VERSE 8
Night being gone an' th day coming on
When all men were awake
Sweet William arose and he said, there was trouble in his head
For th dream that he dreamed last night
VERSE 9
He dreamed his room was full of will swine
An' his love was swimming in blood
VERSE 10
Then he called up his merry mates, all
Called them one, two, three
An' then he asked leave of his wife
Lady Margret to go an' see
VERSE 11
He rode till he came to Lady Margrets hall
He rappped so loud at th ring
There was none so ready as Lady Margrets brothers
To arise an' let him in
VERSE 12
Is Lady Margret out to church today
Eor is she in that hall
Or is she in th dining room
Among those merry ladies all
VERSE 13
Lady Margret is neither at church today
Neither in that hall
Lady Margret is in her cold coffin
Laid out against the wall
VERSE 14
Fold down, fold down those ilien sheets
Made of lenien so fine
Let me once kiss those clay cold lips
That so of'en have kissed mine
VERSE 15
Then he kissed her on th chin
Then on th cheek
Then he kissed th clay cold lips
That so of'en had kissed him
VERSE 16
Fold up, fold up those ilien sheets
Made of linen so fine
Today you weep over Lady Margrets coffin
Tomorrow you'll weep over mine