"O sweet Margaret! O dear Margaret!
I pray thee speak to mee:
Give me my faith and troth, Margaret,15
As I gave it to thee."
"Thy faith and troth thou's never get,
Nor yet will I thee lend,
Till that thou come within my bower,
And kiss my cheek and chin."20
"If I should come within thy bower,
I am no earthly man:
And should I kiss thy rosy lips,
Thy days will not be lang.
"O sweet Margaret, O dear Margaret,25
I pray thee speak to mee:
Give me my faith and troth, Margaret,
As I gave it to thee."
"Thy faith and troth thou's never get,
Nor yet will I thee lend,30
Till you take me to yon kirk-yard,
And wed me with a ring."
"My bones are buried in yon kirk-yard,
Afar beyond the sea,
And it is but my spirit, Margaret,35
That's now speaking to thee."
She stretched out her lily-white hand,
And for to do her best;
"Hae [there] your faith and troth, Willy,
God send your soul good rest."40
Now she has kilted her robes of green
A piece below her knee,
And a' the live-lang winter night
The dead corps followed she.
"Is there any room at your head, Willy,45
Or any room at your feet?
Or any room at your side, Willy,
Wherein that I may creep?"