All persons through the town Should keep their houses and shut their door, And clap their windows down, So that no creature, young nor old, Should in the street be seen Till she had ridden (all about) Through all the city clean. And when the day of riding came, No person did her see, Saving her Lord, after which time The town was ever free. William and Marjorie Lady Marjorie, Lady Marjorie, Sat sewing her silken seam, And by her came a pale, pale ghost, Wi' mony a sigh and mane. "Are ye my father, the king?" she says, "Or are ye my brither John? Or are ye my true love, sweet William, From England newly come?" "I'm not your father, the king," he says, "No, no, nor your brither John; But I'm your true love, sweet William, From England that's newly come." "Have ye brought me any scarlets sae red, Or any silks sae fine; Or have ye brought me any precious things, That merchants have for sale?" "I have not brought you any scarlets sae red, No, no, nor the silks sae fine; But I have brought you my winding-sheet O'er many's the rock and hill. [Illustration: 0108] "O Lady Marjorie, Lady Marjorie, For faith and charitie, Will ye give to me my faith and troth, That I gave once to thee?" "O your faith and troth I'll not give thee, No, no, that will not I, Until I get ae kiss of your ruby lips, And in my arms you come lie." "My lips they are sae bitter," he says, "My breath it is sae strang, If you get ae kiss of my ruby lips, Your days will not be lang. "The cocks they are crawing, Marjorie," he says,-- "The cocks they are crawing again; It's time the dead should part the quick,-- Marjorie, I must be gane." She followed him high, she followed him low, Till she came to yon churchyard green; O there the grave did open up, And young William he lay down. "What three things are these, sweet William," she says, "That stands here at your head?" "It's three maidens, Marjorie," he says, "That I promised once to wed." "What three things are these, sweet William,"she says, "That stands here at your side?" "It is three babes, Marjorie," he says, "That these three maidens had." "What three things are these, sweet William," she says, "That stands here at your feet?" "It is three hell-hounds, Marjorie," he says, "That's waiting my soul to keep." She took up her white, white hand, And she struck him in the breast, Saying,--"Have there again your faith and troth And I wish your soul gude rest." The Gipsy Laddie The gipsies came to our good lord's gate, And wow but they sang sweetly; They sang sae sweet and sae very complete, That down came the fair lady. And she came tripping doun the stair, And a' her maids before her; As soon as they saw her weel-far'd face,