13 'I'll do more for thee, Margaret, Than any of thy kin; For I will kiss thy pale wan lips, Tho a smile I cannot win.' 14 With that bespeak her seven brethren, Making most pitious moan: 'You may go kiss your jolly brown bride, And let our sister alone.' 15 'If I do kiss my jolly brown bride, I do but what is right; For I made no vow to your sister dear, By day or yet by night. 16 'Pray tell me then how much you'll deal Of your white bread and your wine; So much as is dealt at her funeral today Tomorrow shall be dealt at mine.' 17 Fair Margaret dy'd today, today, Sweet William he dy'd the morrow; Fair Margaret dy'd for pure true love, Sweet William he dy'd for sorrow. 18 Margaret was buried in the lower chancel, Sweet William in the higher; Out of her breast there sprung a rose, And out of his a brier. 19 They grew as high as the church-top, Till they could grow no higher, And then they grew in a true lover's knot, Which made all people admire. 20 There came the clerk of the parish, As you this truth shall hear, And by misfortune cut them down, Or they had now been there. B Communicated to Percy by the Dean of Derry, as written down from memory by his mother, Mrs Bernard; February, 1776. 1 Sweet William would a wooing ride, His steed was lovely brown; A fairer creature than Lady Margaret Sweet William could find none. 2 Sweet William came to Lady Margaret's bower, And knocked at the ring, And who so ready as Lady Margaret To rise and to let him in. 3 Down then came her father dear, Clothed all in blue: 'I pray, Sweet William, tell to me What love's between my daughter and you?' 4 'I know none by her,' he said, 'And she knows none by me; Before tomorrow at this time Another bride you shall see.' 5 Lady Margaret at her bower-window, Combing of her hair, She saw Sweet William and his brown bride Unto the church repair. 6 Down she cast her iv'ry comb, And up she tossd her hair, She went out from her bowr alive, But never so more came there. 7 When day was gone, and night was come, All people were asleep, In glided Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. 8 'How d'ye like your bed, Sweet William? How d'ye like your sheet? And how d'ye like that brown lady, That lies in your arms asleep?' 9 'Well I like my bed, Lady Margaret, And well I like my sheet; But better I like that fair lady That stands at my bed's feet.' 10 When night was gone, and day was come, All people were awake, The lady waket out of her sleep, And thus to her lord she spake.