Lady Margret- Mrs. Norma Kisner, Springdale, Arkansas on November 25, 1960
LADY MARGRET- As sung by Mrs. Norma Kisner, Springdale, Arkansas on November 25, 1960; Max Hunter Folk Song Collection
Listen: http://maxhunter.missouristate.edu/songinformation.aspx?ID=0558
VERSE 1: Rise up, rise up, you seven sons bold
An' arm yourself so bright
For I never shall have it said,
That a daughter of mine
Should marry a Lord or Knight
VERSE 2: This Lord looked back over his left shoulder
To see what he could spie
He spi-ed the wars of her seven brothers bold
An' her Father a riding by
VERSE 3: Light down, light down, Lady Margret, he said
An' stand with th steed in your hand
Whils't I go an' I'll fight your seven brothers bold
An' your Father a standing by
VERSE 4: Lady Margret stood with th milk white steed in her hand
Not one tear could she shed
Till she spi-ed the wars of her seven brothers bold
An' her Father for whom she loved, so well
VERSE 5: O Lord, O Lord, what shall I do
You have left me without a guide
It's you either can stay at home all 'lone
Or either with me abide
VERSE 6: He mounted her upon the milk white steed
Himself upon the dapple gray
And blowing his bugle, both loud and shrill
A bleeding he rode away
VERSE 7: Lord Bateman died about midnight
Lady Margret just before t'was day
Ans I hope that th couple may never be again
To enjoy little pleasure as they
(Mrs. Kisner tells us a riddle)