Story-Telling Ballads / Selected and Arranged for Story-Telling and Reading Aloud and for the Boys' and Girls' Own Reading

by Unknown

And up then crew the gray:

“Tis time, tis time, my dear Margret,

That you were going away.”

No more the ghost to Margret said,

But, with a grievous groan,

Evanishd in a cloud of mist,

And left her all alone.

“O stay, my only true-love, stay,”

The constant Margret cry’d;