lady margaret

Lady Margaret was standing in her own room door,
a comb in her long yellow hair,
When who did she spy but sweet William and his Bride,
as to the church yard they drew near.

Well the day passed away, and night came on.
Most of the men were asleep.
Lady Margaret appeared all dressed in white
standing at his bed feet.

She said, "How do you like your bed?
And how do you like your sheet?
And how do you like your fair young bride,
that's lying in your arms asleep?"

He said, "Very well do I like my bed,
much better do I like my sheet,
But most of all that fair young girl,
that's standing at my bed feet."

Then once he kissed her lily white hand
and twice he kissed her cheek.
Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips,
then he fell into her arms asleep.

Well the night passed away, the day came on,
and into the morning light.
Sweet William said, "I'm troubled in my head,
by the dreams that I dreamed last night.

"Such dreams, such dreams as these,
I know they mean know good.
For I dreamed that my bower was full of red swine,
And my bride's bed full of blood."

He asked, "Is Lady Margaret in her room?
Or is she out in the hall?"
But Lady Margaret lay in a cold, black coffin
with her face turned to the wall.

Throw back, throw back those snow white robes.
Be they ever so fine,
And let me kiss those cold corpsy lips,
For I know they'll never kiss mine.

Then once he kissed her lily white hand,
and twice he kissed her cheek.
Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips,
then he fell into her arms asleep.