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Won't you help support DayPoems? Lady MargaretBy Anonymous18th CenturyChild Ballad 77 Lady Margaret sitting in her own lone home, Alone, O all alone, When she thought she heard a dismal cry, She heard a deadly moan. "Is it my father Thomas?" she said, "Or is it my brother John? Or is it my love, my own dear Willie Come home to me again?" "I am not your father Thomas," he said, "Nor am I your brother John, But I am your love, your own dear Willie, Come home to you again." "Then where are the red and rosy cheeks That even in winter bloom? And where is the long and yellow hair Of the love I lost too soon?" "The ground have rotten them off, my dear, For the worms are quick and free, And when you're so long lying in your grave, The same will happen thee." He took her by the lily-white hand And begged her company; He took her by her apron band, Says, "Follow, follow me." She took her underskirts one by one And wrapped them above her knee, And she's over the hills on a winter's night In a dead man's company. They walked, they walked to the old churchyard, Where the grass grow grassy-green: "Here's the home where I live now, The bed I do lie in." "Is there any room at your head, my love, Is there any room at your feet? Is there any room about you at all For me to lie down and sleep?" "My father is at my head, dear girl, My mother is at my feet, Upon my heart are three hell-hounds Bound my soul to keep. One is for my drunkenness And another is for my pride, And one is for promising a pretty fair girl That she should be my bride." She took the cross from all on her bosom And smoted him on the breast, "Here's your token I kept so long: God send you a happy rest." "Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, my love, Farewell, dear girl," said he; "If ever the dead may pray for the living, My love, I'll pray for thee." DayPoems Poem No. 2543 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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