  IFair Margret was a proud ladye, The King’s cousin was she; Fair Margret was a rich ladye, An’ vain as vain cou’d be. IIAe night she sat in her stately ha’ Kaimin’ her yellow hair, When in there cam’ a gentle Knight, An’ a white scarf he did wear. III‘O what’s your will wi’ me, Sir Knight? O what’s your will wi’ me? You’re the likest to my ae brither That ever I did see. IV‘You’re the likest to my ae brither That ever I hae seen; But he’s buried in Dunfermline kirk A month an’ mair bygane.’— V‘I’m the likest to your ae brither That ever ye did see; But I canna get rest in my grave, A’ for the pride o’ thee. VI‘Leave pride, Margret, leave pride, Margret, Leave pride an’ vanity; Cou’d ye see the sights that I hae seen Sair warnÈd ye wou’d be. VII‘For the wee worms are my bedfellows, An’ cauld clay is my sheets, An’ when the stormy winds do blow My body lies and sleeps. VIII‘O ye come in at the kirk-door Wi’ the red gowd on your crown; But when you come where I have been, You’ll wear it laigher IX‘O ye come in at the kirk door Wi’ the gowd prins But when you come where I have been Ye maun gie them a’ their leave. X‘Leave pride, Margret, leave pride, Margret, Leave pride an’ vanity; Ere ye see the sights that I hae seen, Sair alter’d ye maun be.’ XIHe got her in her stately ha’, Kaimin’ her yellow hair; He left her on her sick, sick bed Mournin’ her sins sae sair. |
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