"Have ye brought me any scarlets sae red, Or have ye brought me any precious things, "I have not brought you any scarlets sae red, No, no, nor the silks sae fine; But I have brought you my winding-sheet 66 Lady Marjorie, Lady Marjorie, For faith and charitie, Will ye gie to me my faith and troth, 15 20 "O your faith and troth I'll not gie to thee, 25 No, no, that will not I, Until I get ae kiss of your ruby lips, And in my arms you lye." My lips they are sae bitter,” he says, "My breath it is sae strang, If you get ae kiss of my ruby lips, Your days will not be lang. “The cocks are crawing, Marjorie,” he says,— "The cocks are crawing again; 30 It's time the dead should part the quick,— 35 Marjorie, I must be gane." She followed him high, she followed him low, Till she came to yon churchyard green; And there the deep grave opened up, And young William he lay down. 40 "What three things are these, sweet William," she says, “That stand here at your head?" "O it's three maidens, Marjorie," he says, "That I promised once to wed." “What three things are these, sweet William,” she says, "That stand close at your side?" "O it's three babes, Marjorie," he says, "That these three maidens had." 45 "What three things are these, sweet William," she says, "That lye close at your feet?" "O it's three hell-hounds, Marjorie,” he says, "That's waiting my soul to keep." O she took up her white, white hand, 50 Saying, “Have there again your faith and troth, And I wish your saul gude rest.” 55 SWEET WILLIAM AND MAY MARGARET. Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 241. As May Margret sat in her bouerie, At the very parting o' midnicht, "O is it my father, O is it my mother, Or is it sweet William, my ain true love, "It is na your father, it is na your mother, 5 10 "Hae ye brought me onie fine things, Onie new thing for to wear? Or hae ye brought me a braid o' lace, “I've brought ye na fine things at all, To snood up your gowden hair. "But Margaret, dear Margaret, O gie me back my faith and troth, 15 20 "Your faith and troth ye sanna get, 25 Nor will I wi' ye twin, Till ye come within my bower, And kiss me, cheek and chin.” 66 "O Margaret, dear Margaret, I pray ye speak to me; O gie me back my faith and troth, "Your faith and troth ye sanna get, Nor will I wi' ye twin, Till ye tak me to yonder kirk, And wed me wi' a ring." 30 35 66 "O should I come within your bouer, I am na earthly man: If I should kiss your red, red lips, Your days wad na be lang. My banes are buried in yon kirk-yard, It's far ayont the sea; And it is my spirit, Margaret, That's speaking unto thee." "Your faith and troth ye sanna get, Nor will I twin wi' thee, Tell ye tell me the pleasures o' Heaven, "The pleasures of heaven I wat not of, Then Marg❜ret took her milk-white hand, God send your soul good rest!' 40 4.5 50 55 |