Lyrics Little Margaret (with Francesco Turrisi) - Rhiannon Giddens
Little
Margaret,
sitting
in
her
high
hall
chair
Combing
back
her
long,
yellow
hair
She
saw
sweet
William
and
his
new-made
bride
Riding
up
the
road
so
near
She
threw
down
her
ivory
comb
Threw
back
her
long
yellow
hair
Said,
"I'll
go
down
and
I'll
bid
him
farewell
And
I'll
nevermore
go
there"
It
was
late
in
the
night
They
were
fast
asleep
Little
Margaret
appeared
all
dressed
in
white
Standing
at
their
bed-feet
Saying,
"How
do
you
like
your
snow-white
pillow?"
"How
do
you
like
your
sheet?"
Saying,
"How
do
you
like
that
pretty
fair
maid
Who
lays
in
your
arms
asleep?"
"Very
well
do
I
like
my
snow-white
pillow
Well
do
I
like
my
sheet
Much
better
do
I
like
that
pretty
fair
maid
Who
stands
at
my
bed-feet"
He
called
his
serving
man
to
go
And
saddled
the
dappled
roan
And
he
rode
for
her
father's
house
that
night
Knocked
on
the
door
alone
Saying,
"Is
Little
Margaret
in
her
room
Or
is
she
in
the
hall?"
"Little
Margaret's
in
her
coal-black
coffin
With
her
face
turned
toward
the
wall"
Unfold,
unfold
those
snow-white
robes
Be
they
ever
so
fine
For
I
want
to
kiss
those
cold,
cold
lips
For
I
know
they'll
never
kiss
mine
Three
times
he
kissed
her
cold,
cold
hand
Twice
he
kissed
her
cheek
But
once
he
kissed
her
cold
cold
lips
Then
he
fell
in
her
arms
asleep
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