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Won't you help support DayPoems? Fair Margaret and Sweet WilliamBy Anonymous17th CenturyChild Ballad 74 Sweet William he rose in the month of May, He a-decked himself in blue, Saying: I long to know that long, long love has been Betwixt Lady Marget and me. No harm, no harm of Lady Marget, Nor she knows none by me, But before tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, Lady Marget a bride shall see. Lady Marget was a-sitting in her bowing room Combing back her yellow hair, And she saw Sweet William and his new wedded bride, To church they did draw nigh. And it's down she stood her ivory comb And back she threw her hair. And it's you may suppose and be very well assured Lady Marget was heard no more. The time has passed away and gone For all men to be asleep, And something appeared to Sweet William and his new wedded bride And stood up at their bed feet. Saying: How do you like your bed making? Or how do you like your sheets? Or how do you like that new wedded bride That lies in your arms and sleeps? Very well do I like my bed making, Much better I like my sheets; But the best of all is the gay lady That stands at my bed feet. The time was passed away and gone For all men to be awake. Sweet William he said he was troubled in his head By the dreams that he dreamed last night. Such dreams, such dreams cannot be true, I'm afraid they're of no good, For I dreamed that my chamber was full of wild swine And my bride's bed a-floating in blood. He called down his waiting men, One, by two, by three, Saying: Go ask leave of my new wedded bride If Lady Marget I mayn't go and see. It's he rode up to Lady Marget's own bowing room, And he knocked so clear at the ring; And who was so ready as her own born brother For to rise and let him in. Is Lady Marget in her own bowing room? Or is she in her hall? Or is she high in her chambray Amongst her merry maids all? Lady Marget's not in her bowing room, Nor neither is she in her hall; But she is in her long coffin, Lies pale against yon wall. DayPoems Poem No. 2542 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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