Chords for Jim Moray • Fair Margaret And Sweet William

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Sweet [B] William arose [F#] on a May morning, he's dressed himself in blue. _
We want you [C#] to tell [D#m] the love love [F#] that's been [D#] between [F#] Lady Margaret and you.
_ _ _ _ Well I know nothing Lady Margaret's love, and I know she don't love me.
_ [F#] Before [C#] tomorrow [D#m] morning I'll tell you to the clock, Lady Margaret the bride shall see. _ _ _
_ Lady Margaret was [F#] sitting in her own parlor, with her black hair and yellow hair.
_ But who should [C#] she see but [D#m] Sweet William and his friend, the boys were riding there.
_ Her lips down she threw [F#] her ivory coat, back she threw her hair.
_ And you can [C#] suppose [D#m] I'd be very well assured Lady Margaret was her. _
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_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] The day being passed like a moment, most all men were asleep. _ _
Something appeared [D#m] just briefly in his mind, [D#] he stood [F#] there in his dreams.
Saying how do you like your bed _ making, how do you like your _ sheets. _
How [C#] do you like [D#m] the new [F#] wedded lady, [G#] the light in your [B] arms and sleeves.
And well do I like [F#] my bed making, [B] better do I like [F#] my _ sheets.
[B] But [C#] best of all [D#m] is the ghostly [F#] lady [G#] that stands [D#m] at my mid feet.
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_ _ _ _ _ [D#] The night being passed and the day coming on, [C#] when most all men were awake.
_ Sweet [F#] William he [F#] said, with trouble in the head, by the [C#] dreams he dreamed [D#m] last _ night. _ _
_ [F#] Such dreams, such dreams cannot be true, I fear they're of no good.
I dream [C#] my chamber [D#m] is full of wild [F#] swine, and my bride's bed floating in blood.
The heat's cooled down his waiting bed, by one, by two, by three.
Say gonna sleep [D#m] with my new wedded bride of Lady Margaret, I might go and see.
_ [B] He's grown up too, Lady [F#] _
Margaret's gone, [G#] with a tingled glow on [F#] her pin.
_ And who would [C#] so when he has [D#m] her own [F#] dear brother [G#] to rise and lead. _
_ Is Lady Margaret up [F#] in her own power room, [G#] or is she in [F#] the hall?
_ And could [C#] she up in [D#m] her high, [F#] high chamber [D#] room, as the [B] ladies all do.
Lady Margaret's not [F#] in her own power room, _ neither in the hall.
But she [C#] is in [D#m] a lock [F#] of [G#] coffin, like pale [D#m] against the _ moon.
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And roller, [F#] roller's winding, _ she's all thorough the very fight. _
And let me kiss the cold, from your [D#] lips just as often as [B] they've kissed mine.
The first kiss kissed [F#] her right reach, and then he's kissed her chin. _
But when he's [D#m] kissed her [F#] cold, from your lips on the walls of my room.
And Lady Margaret died like it might be today, sweet Willie B's died tomorrow.
_ Lady Margaret [D#m] died a few [F#] June [D#] months, _ [A#m] _ [D#m] dying for sorrow. _
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