Lady Margaret was sitting by her window one night When a knock came on the door Lady Margaret arose to see what it was And it never was seen any more
"O is it my aged father," she said "Or is it my brother John Or is it my own true love From Scotland lately come"
"I'm not your aged father," he said "I'm neither your brother John But I am your own true love From Scotland lately come"
"Did you bring to me any piece of gold Did you bring to me any ring Did you bring to me any token at all That a true love ought to bring"
"I brought to you no piece of gold I brought to you no ring But I brought to you the winding sheet That I was buried in"
She tucked her petticoats in so tight She tucked them around her knees Over hills and dales on a dark stormy night In a dead man's company
They ran 'till they came to the old churchyard Where the grass was growing high "Here is my bed lady Margaret", he said, "And the place where I got to lie"
"Is there any room at your head", she said "Is there any room at your feet? Is there any room at your left hand side? That I might lie and sleep"
"My father is at my head", he said "My mother is at my feet And there's three white hounds at my left hand side Keeps me from my sleep
One is for my drunkenness And one is for my pride And the other is for a fair ladye Stays out so late by night"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
