Lady Margret- Morris (Mo.) 1962 Max Hunter
[From the Max Hunter Folk Song Collection; I've edited some of the mistakes out of the transcription. The last verses are not yet divided appropriately.]
Lady Margret- As sung by Mrs. Virginia Morris, Springfield, Missouri on August 6, 1962; Listen: http://maxhunter.missouristate.edu/songinformation.aspx?ID=0575
VERSE 1
How do you like your bed, said she
It's how do you like your sheet?
How do you like the pretty fair maid
How do you like the pretty fair maid
That lies in your arms, so sweet?
VERSE 2
Very well do I like my bed, said he
It's better do you like your sheet
But the best of all is the pretty fair maid
That stands at my bedside feet.
(She died; The next day she went home and died for him)
(No, he went the next day to see 'er)
Throw back, throw back, those curtains, said she,
. . . .
VERSE 3
Is she in her pitching room
Or is she in her hall?
She's neither in her pitchin' room
She's neither in her hall
She's lying in her own chamber
With her corpse against the wall.
VERSE 4
Throw back, throw back those curtains, he said
All made of linen, so fine
That I may kiss those cold clay lips
That of't time have kissed mine.
Lady Mag died for me today
An' I'll die for her tomorrow
VERSE 5
They buried them side by side
In the old churchyard
And out'a her grave
There sprang a red rose
An' out'a his a brier
VERSE 6
They grew and they grew
To the church steeple top
Till they could not grow any higher
They linked an' they tied
In a lovers knot
With the rose around the brier