English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Traditional Ballads
16. Sweet Williams Ghost
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A wat a’ man to bed were gone,
Clark Sanders came to Margret’s window,
With mony a sad sigh and groan.
“Or are ye waking, presentlie?
Give me my faith and trouthe again,
A wat, trew-love, I gied to thee.”
Nor our trew love shall never twain,
Till ye come with me in my bower,
And kiss me both cheek and chin.”
It has the smell now of the ground;
And if I kiss thy comely mouth,
Thy life-days will not be long.
I wat the wild fule boded day;
Gie me my faith and trouthe again,
And let me fare me on my way.”
Nor our trew love shall never twin,
Till ye tell me what comes of women
A wat that dy’s in strong travelling.”
Down at the foot of our good Lord’s knee,
Well set about wi gilly-flowers,
A wat sweet company for to see.
A wat the wilde foule boded day;
The salms of Heaven will be sung,
And ere now I’le be misst away.”
And she has straked her trouth thereon;
She has given (it) him out at the shot-window,
Wi many a sad sigh and heavy groan.
And I thank you hartilie;
Gine ever the dead come for the quick,
Be sure, Margret, I’ll come again for thee.”
She clame the wall and followed him,
Until she came to a green forest,
On this she lost the sight of him.
Is there any room at your feet?
Or any room at your twa sides?
Whare fain, fain woud I sleep.”
Their is na room at my feet;
There is room at my twa sides,
For ladys for to sleep.
But an my winding sheet;
My bed it is full low, I say,
Down among the hongerey worms I sleep.
But an my winding sheet;
The dew it falls na sooner down
Then ay it is full weet.”