Lady Marg'ret- Baber (Mo.) 1922 Randolph A
[From Vance Randolph's Ozark Folksongs; Vol. 1, 1946, with music.
R. Matteson 2014]
A. Lady Marg'ret- Sung by Mrs. Carrie Baber, Pineville, Mo., Feb. 15, 1922. Randolph A
Lady Marg'ret was a-standing in her own chamber room,
A-combin' back her long yaller hair
When she seen sweet Willie and his new wedded bride
As they to the church drawed nigh.
She throwed her ivy comb away,
An' she tore down her long yaller hair,
An' she fell right back on her death-cold bed
Set yonder ag'in the wall.
Where's Lady Marg'ret, fly own true love?
Oh where is she, I say.
Is she in her own chamber room,
Or is she in the hall?
She's neither in her own chamber room,
Neither is she in the hall,
She's sealed up in her death-cold coffin
Set yonder ag'in the wall.
The first he kissed was her red rosy cheeks
An' the next he kissed was her chin,
The next he kissed was those death-cold lips
That had so often kissed his'n.
Lady Marg'ret was buried like it had of been today,
Sweet William was buried beside her,
An' out of her grave grew a red rose bush,
An' out of his'n a brier.
They grew to the top of the old church tower
Till they could not grow no higher,
They grew till they tied in a true love knot,
The rose bush an' the brier.