Lady Margaret

Lady Margaret was sitting by her window one night
 When a knock came on the door
 Lady Margaret arose to see what it was
 And it never was seen any more
 "O is it my aged father," she said
 "Or is it my brother John
 Or is it my own true love
 From Scotland lately come"
 "I'm not your aged father," he said
 "I'm neither your brother John
 But I am your own true love
 From Scotland lately come"
 "Did you bring to me any piece of gold
 Did you bring to me any ring
 Did you bring to me any token at all
 That a true love ought to bring"
 "I brought to you no piece of gold
 I brought to you no ring
 But I brought to you the winding sheet
 That I was buried in"
 She tucked her petticoats in so tight
 She tucked them around her knees
 Over hills and dales on a dark stormy night
 In a dead man's company
 They ran 'till they came to the old churchyard
 Where the grass was growing high
 "Here is my bed lady Margaret", he said,
 "And the place where I got to lie"
 "Is there any room at your head", she said
 "Is there any room at your feet?
 Is there any room at your left hand side?
 That I might lie and sleep"
 "My father is at my head", he said
 "My mother is at my feet
 And there's three white hounds at my left hand side
 Keeps me from my sleep
 One is for my drunkenness
 And one is for my pride
 And the other is for a fair ladye
 Stays out so late by night"