Lady Margret - Cassie Franklin

Lady Margret 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 churchyard they drew near

Then day passed away and night coming on

Most of the men were asleep

Lady Margret appeared all dressed in white

Standing at his bed feet

She said and how do you like your own 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 and very well do I like my own 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

Twice he kissed her cheek

Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips

Then he fell into her arms asleep

Well then night passed away the day came on

And into the morning light

Sweet William said I'm troubled in my hand

By the dreams that I dreamed last night

Such dreams such dreams as these

I know they mean no good

For I dreamed that my bower was full of red swine

And my bride's bed full of blood

He asked Is Lady Margret in her room

Or is she out in the hall

But Lady Margret 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