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3 God give you joy, you true lovers,

in bride-bed fast asleep,

Lo! I am going to my green-grass grove,

and I am in my winding sheet.

When day was come and night was gone,

and all men wak'd from sleep,

Sweet William to his lady said,

my dear, I've cause to weep.

I dream'd a dream my dear Lady

such dreams are never good:

I dream'd thy bow'r was full of red swine,

and thy bride-bed full of blood.

Such dreams such dreams, my honoured Sir,

they never do prove good;

To dream my bower was full of red swine,

and my bride-bed full of blood.

He called up his merry men all,

by one by two and by three,

Saying. I'll away to fair Margaret's bower,

by the leave of my fair lady.

And when he come to fair Margaret's bower,

he knocked at the ring :