There came a ghost to Margaret's door
With many a grievous groan
And aye he twirled at the pin
But answer made she none
Is that my father, Philip?
Or is it my brother, John?
Or is it my true love, William
From Scotland, new come home?
'Tis not thy father, Philip
Nor yet thy brother, John
But 'tis thy true love, William
From Scotland, new come home
Oh, sweet, Marg'ret, oh, dear Marg'ret
I pray thee speak to me
Give me my faith and troth, Marg'ret
As I gave it once to thee
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 within thy bower
I am no earthly man
And should I kiss thy earthly lips
Thy days would not be lang
Oh, sweet Marg'ret, oh, dear Marg'ret
I pray thee speak to me
Give me my faith and troth, Marg'ret
As I gave it once to thee
Thy faith and troth thou's never get
Nor yet will I thee lend
Till you take me to yon kirkyard
And wed me with a ring
My bones are buried in yon kirkyard
Afar beyond the sea
And it is but my spirit, Marg'ret
That's speaking now to thee
She stretched out her lily white hand
And for to do her best
Here, there's for your faith and troth
God send your soul good rest
Now, she has kilted her robes of green
With the piece below her knee
And all the live long winter night
The sweet ghost followed she
Is there any room at your head, Willie
Or any room at your feet?
Or any room at your side, Willie
Wherein that I may creep?
There's no room at my head, Margaret
There's no room at my feet
There's not room at my side, Margaret
My coffin's made so neat
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
No more the ghost to Margaret said
But with a grievous groan
He vanished in a cloud of mist
And left her all alone
Oh, stay, my only true love, stay
The constant Margaret cried
Wan grew her cheeks, she closed her eyes
Stretched her soft limbs and died.
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