fair margaret and sweet william aka lady margaret

Pete Seeger

Sweet William rose one morning bright
And dressed himself in blue
Come tell to me the long lost love
Between Lady Margaret and you

I know no harm of Lady Margaret, said he
And I hope she knows none of me
But tomorrow morning before eight o clock
Lady Margaret my bride shall be

As Lady Margaret was in her chamber high
A-combing up her hair
She spied sweet William and his bride
As they to the church drew near

She threw down her ivory comb
And tossed back her hair
And from the room a fair lady came
That was seen in there no more

The day being gone and the night being come
When most men were asleep
Sweet William spied Lady Margaret s ghost
A-standing at his bed feet

How do you like your bed? she said
And how do you like your sheet?
And how do you like the fair lady
That lies in your arms asleep?

Very well do I like my bed, said he
Very well do I like my sheet
But better do I like the fair lady
That is standing at my bed feet

The night being gone and the day being come
When most men were awake
Sweet William said he was troubled in his head
From a dream he had last night

He called his weary waiting maids
By one, by two, by three
And last of all, with his bride s consent
Lady Margaret he went to see

He went unto the parlor door
He knocked until he made things ring
But none was so ready as her own dear brother
To arise and let him in

Is Lady Margaret in the parlour? said he
Or is she in the hall
Or is she in her chamber high
Among the gay ladies all?

Lady Margaret is not in the parlour, said he
She is neither in the hall
She is in her coffin
And a-lying by the wall

Tear down, tear down, those milk white sheets
They are made of silk so fine
That I may kiss Lady Margaret s cheek
For ofttimes she has kissed mine

The first that he kissed was her rosy cheek
The next was her dimpled chin
The last of all was her clay-cold lips
That pierced his heart within

Tear down, tear down those milk white sheets
They are made of silk so fine
Today they hang around Lady Margaret s corpse
And tomorrow they will hang around mine

Lady Margaret died of pure, pure love
Sweet William died of sorrow
They are buried in one burying ground
Both side and side together

Out of her grave grew a red rose
And out of his a briar
They grew in a twining true lover s knot
The rose and the green briar