If thou wert a woman as thou art a man,
my bed-fellow thou wouldst be.
Will you marry my daughter Jean,
by the faith of my right hand,
Thou’se have part of my gold part of my gear,
and a third part of my land.
Yes I will marry thy daughter Jean,
by the faith of my right hand,
I'll have none of your gold none of your ear,
I have enough in fair Scotland,
She has mounted on a milk white steed,
himself on a dapple grey,
He’s got as much land in fair Scotland,
as they can ride in a summer’s day.
William and Margaret.
WHEN all was wrapt in dark midnight,
and all was fast asleep;
In glided Marg'ret's grimly Ghost,
and stood at William’s feet.
Her face was like the April morn,
clad in a wintry cloud
And clay cold was her lilly hand,
that held the sable shroud.
So shall the fairest face appear,
