Sweet William's Ghost

There came a ghost to Margaret's door

With many a greivous groan

And aye he's tirled long at the pin

But answer she gave none

Is it my father phillip?

Or yet my brother John?

Or yet my own dear william

From Scotland now come home?

Thy faith, I troth, you'll never get

And me you'll never win

Til you take me to yon churchyard

And wed me with the ring.

Oh I do dwell in a churchyard

But far beyond the sea

And it is but my Ghost, Margaret

That speaks now unto thee

So she's put on her robes of green

With a piece below the knee

And o'er the live-lang winter's night

The sweet ghost followed she

Is there room at your head, willie

Or room here at your feet?

Or room here at your side, willie,

Wherein that I may sleep?

There's no room at my head, Margaret

There's no room at my feet

There's no room at my side Margaret

My coffin is so neat.

Then up and spoke the red robin

And up spoke the grey

'tis time, 'tis time, my dear Margaret

That I was gone away

No more the ghost to Margaret came

With many a greivous groan

He's vanished out into the mist

And left her there alone

Oh stay, my only true love, stay

My heart you do divide

Pale grew her cheeks, she closed her eyes

Stretched out her limbs and cried