There came a ghost to Margaret's door,With many a grievous groan,And aye he tirl-ed at the pin;
But answer made she none.
"Is this my father Philip?
Or is't my brother John?
Or is't my true love Willie,From Scotland new come home?"
"'Tis not thy father Philip;
Nor yet thy brother John:
But 'tis thy true love Willie From Scotland new come home.
"O sweet Margret!O dear Margret!
I pray thee speak to me:
Give me my faith and troth,Margret,As I gave it to thee."
"Thy faith and troth thou'se never get,Of me shalt never win,Till that thou come within my bower,And kiss my cheek and chin."
"If I should come within thy bower,I am no earthly man:
And should I kiss thy rosy lip,Thy days will not be lang.
"O sweet Margret,O dear Margret,I pray thee speak to me:
Give me my faith and troth,Margret,As I gave it to thee."--
"Thy faith and troth thou'se never get,Of me shalt never win,Till thou take me to yon kirkyard,And wed me with a ring."--
"My bones are buried in a kirkyard Afar beyond the sea,And it is but my sprite,Margret,That's speaking now to thee."