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 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.





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,

when youth and years are shown;