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 Which ran more clear than the red wine,

and forked in the cold ground.

O chuse you Lady Margaret, he said,

whether you will go or bide.

I must go with you, Lord William, she said,

since you have left me no other guide.

He lifted her on a milk white steed,

himself on a dapple grey,

With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side

and they slowly both rode away.

Away they rode and better they rode,

till once they came to yonder

Till once they came to yon clear river,

and there they lighted down.

They lighted down to take a drink

of the spring that was running so clear;

And there she spy'd his pretty heart's blood

all running down the stream.

Hold up, hold up Lord William, she says,

for I fear that you are slain.

'Tis nothing but the shade of my scarlet clothes

that's a sparkling down the stream.

He lifted her on a milk white steed,

and himself on a dapple grey,

With a blue gilded horn by his side,

and slowly they both rode away.

Ay they rode and better they rode,

till they came to his mother's bower,

Till once they came to his mother's bower,

and there they lighted down.

O mother, mother make my bed,

and make it soft and fine,

And lay my lady at my back,

that I may sleep most sound.

Lord William died ere the middle of the night

Lady Marg'ret long ere day,

Lord William died of pure love

and Lady Marg'ret died of sorrow.