LADY MARGARET
(FAIR MARGARET AND SWEET WILLIAM)
Sung by: Mrs. Nettie Huddleston Barnes

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(Mrs. Huddleston: "I can't sing, I tell you. I ain't got much breath left . . ."
Dr. Wolf: "Oh, that's all right.")

Lady Margaret was sitting in a high window,
A-combing of her long curly hair,
When she saw Sweet Willie and his own true love
Go riding up to church together.
When she saw Sweet Willie and his own true love
Go riding up to church together.

It's down she flung her . . . comb,
And it's back she slung her hair.
She placed herself in a high window,
Saying, "I will never go there."
She placed herself in a high window,
Saying, "I will never go there."

The hours passed on, and the days went by,
When alls young (?) people should arise.
Sweet Willie, he arose and he slipped on his clothes,
And it was all for Lady Margaret's sake.
Sweet Willie, he arose and he slipped on his clothes,
And it was all for Lady Margaret's sake.

He rode and he rode 'til he come to a gate,
And the jingles of the bells were heard,
And none so ready to rise and let him in
As Lady Margaret's own waiting maid,
And none so ready to rise and let him in,
As Lady Margaret's own waiting maid.

Lay back, lay back those lily-white sheets,
All made of linen so fine,
And let me kiss those clay cold lips,
Where oft they've kissed . . . mine.

(Comment by Mrs. Huddleston: "I'm give out. I don't hardly know it all. I've forgot it.")

Also found in Child, #74, "Fair Margaret and Sweet William"; Randolph, Vol. I, #16, "Lady Margaret"; Brown, Vol. II, #20, "Fair Margaret and Sweet William"; Belden, p. 48, "Fair Margaret and Sweet William."

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