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Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 186.

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,5

"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;10

But I'm your true love, sweet William,

From England that's newly come."

"Have ye brought me any scarlets sae red,

Or any of the silks sae fine;

Or have ye brought me any precious things,15

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

Ower many a rock and hill.20

"Lady Marjorie, Lady Marjorie,

For faith and charitie,

Will ye gie to me my faith and troth,

That I gave once to thee?"

"O your faith and troth I'll not gie to thee,25

No, no, that will not I,

Until I get ae kiss of your ruby lips,

And in my arms you lye."

"My lips they are sae bitter," he says,

"My breath it is sae strang,30

If you get ae kiss of my ruby lips,

Your days will not be lang.

"The cocks are crawing, Marjorie," he says—

"The cocks are crawing again;

It's time the dead should part the quick—35

Marjorie, I must be gane."

She followed him high, she followed him low,

Till she came to yon churchyard green;

And there the deep grave opened up,

And young William he lay down.40

"What three things are these, sweet William," she says,

"That stand here at your head?"

"O it's three maidens, Marjorie," he says,

"That I promised once to wed."

"What three things are these, sweet William," she says,45

"That stand close at your side?"

"O it's three babes, Marjorie," he says,

"That these three maidens had."

"What three things are these, sweet William," she says,

"That lye close at your feet?"50

"O it's three hell-hounds, Marjorie," he says,

"That's waiting my soul to keep."

O she took up her white, white hand,

And she struck him on the breast,

Saying—"Have there again your faith and troth,55

And I wish your saul gude rest."