Francis James Child

“ When all men were asleep,
There walkd a ghost, Fair Margaret's ghost,
And stood at his bed's feet.
Sweet William he dremed a dream, and he said,
'I wish it prove for good;
My chamber was full of wild men's wine,
And my bride-bed stood in blood.'
Then he calld up his stable-groom,
To saddle his nag with speed:
'This night will I ride to Fair Margaret's bowr,
With the leave of my lady.
'Oh is Fair Margaret in the kitchen?
Or is she in the hall?
. . . . .
. . . . ”

“ Amongst her merry maids all?'
'She's not in the parlor,' they said,
'Nor is she in the hall;
But she is in the long chamber,
Laid out against the wall.'
'Open the winding sheet,' he cry'd,
'That I may kiss the dead ”