Proud Lady Margaret 'What is your will with me, young man, What is your will with me?' 'My will with you, fair maid, he said, 'Is your lover till I dee. 'Your lover till ye dee,' she said, 'Your lover till ye dee! I've slighted mony a better man, That in their grave lies green. My father was laird o seven castles, My mither was lady o three, An' a' their gowd an' a' their gear, There's nane to heir't but me.' Gin your father was laird o seven castles, An' your mither was lady o three, I am William thy brother That died beyond the sea, An' I canna get rest into my grave For the daily pride o thee.' ... 'Is there nae room at your heid, brotber? Is there nae room at your feet? Is there nae room at your side, brother, For a lady like me to sleep?' 'There's nae room at my heid, sister, There's nae room at my feet, There's nae room ai my side, sister, For a lady like you to sleep; For when I lie down into my grave, The worms around me creep. Child #47 Printed in Buchan, Book of Scottish Ballads SOF apr96
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