Cat. #0558 (MFH #380) - As sung by Mrs. Norma Kisner, Springdale, Arkansas on November 25, 1960
VERSE 1
Rise up, rise up, you seven sons bold
An' arm yourself so bright
For I never shall have it said,
That a daughter of mine
Should marry a Lord or Knight
VERSE 2
This Lord looked back over his left shoulder
To see what he could spie
He spi-ed th wars of her seven brothers bold
An' her Father a riding by
VERSE 3
Light down, light down, Lady Margret, he said
An' stand with th steed in your hand
Whils't I go an' I'll fight your seven brothers bold
An' your Father a standing by
VERSE 4
Lady Margret stood with th milk white steed in her hand
Not one tear could she shed
Till she spi-ed th wars of her seven brothers bold
An' her Father for whom she loved, so well
VERSE 5
O Lord, O Lord, what shall I do
You have left me without a guide
It's you either can stay at home all 'lone
Or either with me abide
VERSE 6
He mounted her upon th milk white steed
Himself upon th dapple gray
And blowing his bugle, both loud and shrill
A bleeding he rode away
VERSE 7
Lord Bateman died about midnight
Lady Margret just before t'was day
Ans I hope that th couple may never be again
To enjoy little pleasure as they
(Mrs. Kisner tells us a riddle)