Lady Margaret she lay on her fine feather bed, The midnight hour drew near, When a ghostly form came to her room and to her did appear, appear, And to her did appear.
“Are you my father the king?” she said, “Or are you my brother John? Or are you my true love William,” she said, “Coming home from Scotland along, along, Coming home from Scotland along?”
“I am not your father the king,”he said, “nor am I your brother John, But I am your true love William,“ he said, “Coming home from Scotland along, along. Coming home from Scotland along.”
“Oh Margaret, oh Lady Margaret,“ he said, “For love or charity, Will you bring to me the plighted troth That once love I gave thee, gave thee, That once love I gave thee?”
“I 'll not give you back your plighted troth, Nor any such a thing. Until you take me to my own father's hall, Where oft times we have been, have been, Where oft times we have been.”
He took her to her own father's hall And, as they entered in, The gates flew open of their own free will To let young William in, To let young William in.
“Oh Margaret, oh Lady Margaret,“ he said, For love or charity, Will you give to me the plighted troth That once love I gave thee, gave thee, That once love I gave thee?”
“I 'll not give you back your plighted troth, Nor any such a thing, Until you take me to my own father's hall And marry me with a ring, a ring, And marry me with a ring.”
He took her to her own father's hall And there they entered in, And they joined their hands in wedlock bands, He married her with a ring, a ring, He married her with a ring.
“Oh Margaret, oh Lady Margaret,“ he said, “For love or charity, Will you give to me the plighted troth That once love I gave thee, gave thee, That once love I gave thee?”
Then out of her pocket she drew a cross And she laid it on his breast, Saying, “Here is back your plighted troth, In heaven your soul find rest, find rest, In heaven your soul find rest.”
“The wind may blow and the cocks may crow And it 's nearly breaking day, And it's time that the living would depart from the dead. My love I must away, away, My love I must away.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
