Lady Margaret, sitting in her high hall door Combing her long yellow hair She saw Sweet William and his new made Bride Coming from the chuch so near She throwd down her ivory comb Throwd back her long yellow hair "I will go and bid him farewell, Never no more go there." It was all lately in the night When they was fast asleep Lady Margaret came in dressed in white Standing at their bed feet "How do you like your pillow?" she said "How do you like your sheet? How do you like your fair young lady Lying in your arms alseep?" "It's well do I like my pillow." "Well do I like my sheet. Better do I like the fair Lady Margaret Standing at my bed feet." It's once he's kissed her lilly white hand Twice he's kissed her cheek Three times he's kissed her cold corpsy lips Fell into her arms asleep The night was gone and morning come on And all men was awake Sweet William arose with trouble on his mind And the dream he dreamed last night "Such dreams, such dreams as I dreamed last night Such dreams can never be good I dreamed my room was full of wild swine My bride bed full of blood" So he road out to Lady Margaret's hall And loudly pulled on the ring There's none so quick as her own seventh Brother To rise and let him in "Is Lady Margaret all in her room? Or is she in the hall" "No Margaret's in her cold black coffin With her pale face to the wall"