Sweet William’s Ghost

No: 77; variant: 77D

  1. LADY MARGARET was in her wearie room, Sewin her silken seam, And in cam Willie, her true-love, Frae Lundin new come hame.
  2. ‘O are ye my father Philip, Or are ye my brither John? Or are ye my true-love, Willie, Frae London new come home?’
  3. ‘I’m nae your father Philip, Nor am I your brother John; But I am your true-love, Willie, An I’m nae a levin man.
  4. ‘But gie me my faith and troth, Margrat, An let me pass on my way; For the bells o heaven will be rung, An I’ll be mist away.’
  5. ‘Yere faith and troth ye’se never get, Till ye tell me this ane; Till ye tell me where the women go That hang themsell for sin.’
  6. ‘O they gang till the low, low hell, Just by the devil’s knee; It’s a’ clad ower wi burnin pitch, A dreadfu sicht to see.’
  7. ‘But your faith and troth ye’se never get, Till you tell me again; Till you tell me where the children go That die without a name.’
  8. ‘O they gang till the high, high heaven, Just by our Saviour’s knee, An it’s a’ clad ower wi roses red, A lovelie sicht to see.
  9. ‘But gie me my faith and troth, Margrat, And let me pass on my way; For the psalms o heaven will be sung, An I’ll be mist away.’
  10. ‘But your faith and troth yese never get Till ye tell me again; Till ye tell me where the women go That die in child-beddin.’
  11. ‘O they gang till the hie, hie heaven, Just by our Saviour’s knee, And every day at twal o clock They’re dipped oer the head.
  12. ‘But gie me my faith and troth, Margret, And let me pass on my way; For the gates o heaven will be shut, And I’ll be mist away.’
  13. Then she has taen a silver key, Gien him three times on the breast; Says, There’s your faith and troth, Willie, I hope your soul will rest.
  14. ‘But is there room at your head, Willie? Or is there room at your feet? Or is there room at any o your sides, To let in a lover sweet?’
  15. ‘There is nae room at my head, Margrat, There’s nae room at my feet, But there is room at baith my sides, To lat in a lover sweet.’