"Tis not thy father Philip,

Nor yet thy brother John; But 'tis thy true love Willy,

From Scotland new come home.

"O sweet Margaret! O dear Margaret! thee speak to mee:

I

pray

Give me my faith and troth, Margaret,
As I gave it to thee."

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Thy faith and troth thou's never get,
Nor yet will I thee lend,

Till that thou come within my bower,

And kiss my cheek and chin.”

"If I should come within thy bower,

I am no earthly man:

And should I kiss thy rosy lips,

Thy days will not be lang.

"O sweet Margaret, O dear Margaret,

I

pray thee speak to mee:

Give me my faith and troth, Margaret,
As I gave it to thee."

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'Thy faith and troth thou's never get,

Nor yet will I thee lend,

Till you take me to yon kirk-yard,

And wed me with a ring."

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My bones are buried in yon kirk-yard,

Afar beyond the sea,

And it is but my spirit, Margaret,

That's now speaking to thee."

She stretched out her lily-white hand,
And for to do her best;

"Hae there your faith and troth, Willy,
God send your soul good rest.”

Now she has kilted her robes of green
A piece below her knee,

And a' the live-lang winter night

The dead corps followed she.

"Is there any room at your head, Willy,

Or any room at your feet?

Or any room at your side, Willy,

Wherein that I may creep?"

"There's no room at my head, Margaret,

There's no room at my feet;

There's no room at my side, Margaret,

My coffin's made so meet."

Then up and crew the red red cock,

And up then crew the gray :

"Tis time, tis time, my dear Margaret, That you were going away."

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No more the ghost to Margaret said,

But, with a grievous groan, Evanish'd in a cloud of mist,

And left her all alone.

"O stay, my only true love, stay,"

The constant Margaret cried:

Wan grew her cheeks, she closed her een, Stretch'd her soft limbs, and died.

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WILLIAM AND MARJORIE.

Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 186.

LADY MARJORIE, Lady Marjorie,
Sat sewing her silken seam,
And by her came a pale, pale ghost,
Wi' mony a sigh and mane.

"Are ye my father the king?" she says,
"Or are ye my brither John?

Or are ye my true love, sweet William,
From England newly come?"

"I'm not your father the king," he says,
"No, no, nor your brither John;
But I'm your true love, sweet William,

From England that's newly come."

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"Have ye brought me any scarlets sae red,
Or any of the silks sae fine;

Or have ye brought me any precious things,
That merchants have for sale?"

"I have not brought you any scarlets sae red, No, no, nor the silks sae fine;

But I have brought you my winding-sheet
Ower many a rock and hill.

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Lady Marjorie, Lady Marjorie,

For faith and charitie,

Will ye gie to me my faith and troth,
That I gave once to thee?"

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your faith and troth I'll not gie to thee, No, no, that will not I,

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Until I get ae kiss of your ruby lips,

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And in my arms you lye."

'My lips they are sae bitter," he says,

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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;

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It's time the dead should part the quick,- $5 Marjorie, I must be gane."