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From: James Madison Carpenter Collection, JMC/1/8/1/C, p. 11595

Lord William and Lady Margaret,(The Douglas Tragedy)- sung by Peter Barnett Oyne, Aberdeenshire, c. 1890

1. "Stand up, stand up, ye seven sons so bold,
And ye'll stand to your armour so bright,
It'll ne'er be said that a sister of yours,
Shall be wed to a lord or a knight."

2. "Come doon, come doon, Lady Margaret," he said,
"An' ye'll hold my steed in yer hand,
Till I go an' fight wi' your seven brothers bold
An' your father I'll make him to stand."

3. Lady Margaret stood in the stable door,
An' ne'er a word she spoke,
Until she saw her seven brothers fall,
An her father fighting so bold.

4. "Hold off, hold off, Lord William," she cried,
"Your strokes they are fu sair,
"Sweethearts I'll get plenty
But a father I'll never get mair."

5. ."Oh choose, oh choose, Lady Margaret," he said
Choose ye to go or to bide."
"Oh I maun go wi' you, love,"
Since ye've left me no other guide."

6. So he mounted her on a milk-white steed,
An himsel' on a dapple grey,
Wi' his bugle horn hangin' doon by his side,
An' so slowly they both rode away.

7. They rode on, an' farther on,
Twas all by the light of the the moon,
Until they came to yon clear water,
Twas there that they both lighted doon.

8. They both lighted doon for to take a drink
Of the water that ran sae clear,
Twas there that she saew his heart's blood run down
An' twas then she began for to fear.

9. "Hold up, hold up, Lord William," she said,
"I'm afraid ye have been slain,"
"Oh no, it's but the shadow of the red scarlet cloak,
That goes trinklin' along the stream."

10. So he mounted her on his milk-white steed,
An himsel' on his dapple grey,
Wi' his silver horn hangin' doon by his side,
An' so slowly's they both rode away.

11. They rode on, an' farther on,
Twas all by the light of the the moon,
Until they came to his mother's gate,
Twas there that they both lighted doon.

12 "Oh rise, oh rise, my mother dear,
"Oh rise up and let me in.
"Oh rise, oh rise, my mother dear,
For this night my true love I've won."

13. "Ye'll make my bed, mother,
Ye'll make it soft an' fine,
An ye'll lay my true love doon by my side,
So fondly's we may sleep."

14. Lord William he died in the middle o' the night,
Lady Margaret died on the morrow.
Lord William died for his own true love,
Lady Margaret for perfect sorrow.

15. The one was buried in St. Peter's kirk yard,
The other in st. Mary's hall,
An' oot o' the one grew a red rose sae fine,
An' oot o' the other grew a sweet briar.

16 They grew and grew till they reached the top,
Til they could grow no higher,
And they twined themselves in a true lover's knot
For all true lovers to admire.