Lady Margret- Brewer- (Ark.) 1958 Max Hunter
[From Max Hunter Folk Song Collection; online.
R. Matteson 2012, 2014]
Lady Margret- As sung by Mrs. Pearl Brewer, Pochahantas, Arkansas on November 12, 1958 http://maxhunter.missouristate.edu/songinformation.aspx?ID=0281
VERSE 1
Lady Margret was standing in her high parlor door
Combing back her long yellow hair
And none did she see but Sweet William and his bride
Who were going to the Roman Fair
Lady Margret threw down her polished comb
Dashed back her yellow hair
Lady Margret lie her poor self down
Never any more for to rise
VERSE 2
Sweet William arose, quite early in the morning
When most other men were in bed
Sweet William said, that he's troubled in his head
From the dream he had dreamed, last night
VERSE 3
He said, he dreamed that he saw Lady Margret
Standing at his bed feet
Saying, how do you like your fine feather bed
Or, how do you like your sheet
Or, how do you like your own dear girl
Who lies in your arms asleep?
VERSE 4
Very well, do I like my fine feather bed
And better do I like my sheet
Tho' the best of all is my own dear girl
Who lies in my arms asleep.
VERSE 5
Sweet William asked leave of his own dear girl
Lady Margret that he might go and see
He rode and he rode, till he came to the gate
He tingled on the ring
An' none so ready but her seven, seven brothers
For arise and let him in.
VERSE 6
Where is Lady Margret, in her dining room
Or is she in her hall?
Or is she in her high parlor door
Talking to the jolly girls all?
VERSE 7
Lady Margret's neither in her dining room
Nor she's neither in her hall
Lady Margrets lying in her long coffin
That sets against yanders wall.
VERSE 8
Go pull back that snow white sheet
Dash back that yellow hair
An' let me kiss those cold pale lips
Who ever oft' times kissed me
VERSE 9
The first he kissed was her rosy red cheeks
And the next was her dimpled chin
The last of all was her cold pale lips
Who had oft' times kissed him