"There's no room at my head, Margaret,
There's no room at my feet;50
There's no room at my side, Margaret,
My coffin's made so meet."
Then up and crew the red red cock,
And up then crew the gray:
"Tis time, tis time, my dear Margaret,55
That you were going away."
No more the ghost to Margaret said,
But, with a grievous groan,
Evanish'd in a cloud of mist,
And left her all alone.60
"O stay, my only true love, stay,"
The constant Margaret cried:
Wan grew her cheeks, she closed her een,
Stretch'd her soft limbs, and died.
[39]. ther's.
WILLIAM AND MARJORIE.
Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 186.