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Sweet William’s Ghost

No: 77; variant: 77F

  1. WHEN seven years were come and gane, Lady Margaret she thought lang; And she is up to the hichest tower, By the lee licht o the moon.
  2. She was lookin oer her castle high, To see what she might fa, And there she saw a grieved ghost, Comin waukin oer the wa.
  3. ‘O are ye a man of mean,’ she says, ‘Seekin ony o my meat? Or are you a rank robber, Come in my bower to break?’
  4. ‘O I’m Clerk Saunders, your true-love, Behold, Margaret, and see, And mind, for a’ your meikle pride, Sae will become of thee.’
  5. ‘Gin ye be Clerk Saunders, my true-love, This meikle marvels me; O wherein is your bonny arms, That wont to embrace me?’
  6. ‘By worms they’re eaten, in mools they’re rotten, Behold, Margaret, and see, And mind, for a’ your mickle pride, Sae will become o thee.’

  7. ‘O, bonny, bonny sang the bird, Sat on the coil o hay; But dowie, dowie was the maid That followd the corpse o clay.
  8. ‘Is there ony room at your head, Saunders? Is there ony room at your feet? Is there ony room at your twa sides, For a lady to lie and sleep?’
  9. ‘There is nae room at my head, Margaret, As little at my feet; There is nae room at my twa sides, For a lady to lie and sleep.
  10. ‘But gae hame, gae hame now, May Margaret, Gae hame and sew your seam; For if ye were laid in your weel made bed, Your days will nae be lang.’