<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530220" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sweet William's Ghost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came a ghost to Margaret's door, <br>With many a grievous grone,<br>And ay he tirled at the pin;<br>But answer made she none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this my father Philip?<br>Or is't my brother John?<br>Or is't my true love Willie,<br>From Scotland new come home?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis not thy father Philip;<br>Nor yet thy brother John:<br>But 'tis thy true love Willie,<br>From Scotland new come home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sweet Margret! O dear Margret!<br>I pray thee speak to mee:<br>Give me my faith and troth, Margret,<br>As I gave it to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy faith and troth thou'se nevir get,<br>'Of me shalt nevir win,'<br>Till that thou come within my bower,<br>And kiss my cheek and chin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I should come within thy bower,<br>I am no earthly man:<br>And should I kiss thy rosy lipp,<br>Thy days will not be lang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sweet Margret, O dear Margret,<br>I pray thee speak to mee:<br>Give me my faith and troth, Margret,<br>As I gave it to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy faith and troth thou'se nevir get,<br>'Of me shalt nevir win,'<br>Till thou take me to yon kirk yard,<br>And wed me with a ring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My bones are buried in a kirk yard<br>Afar beyond the sea,<br>And it is but my sprite, Margret,<br>That's speaking now to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stretched out her lilly-white hand,<br>As for to do her best:<br>Hae there your faith and troth, Willie,<br>God send your soul good rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now she has kilted her robes of green,<br>A piece below her knee:<br>And a' the live-lang winter night<br>The dead corps followed shee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there any room at your head, Willie?<br>Or any room at your feet?<br>Or any room at your side, Willie,<br>Wherein that I may creep?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's nae room at my head, Margret,<br>There's nae room at my feet,<br>There's no room at my side, Margret,<br>My coffin is made so meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up and crew the red red cock,<br>And up then crew the gray:<br>'Tis time, 'tis time, my dear Margret,<br>That you were gane away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more the ghost to Margret said,<br>But, with a grievous grone,<br>Evanish'd in a cloud of mist,<br>And left her all alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O stay, my only true love, stay,<br>The constant Margret cried:<br>Wan grew her cheeks, she clos'd her een,<br>Stretch'd her saft limbs, and died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Percy">Thomas Percy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530220" data-title="Sweet William's Ghost de Thomas Percy" data-description="There came a ghost to Margaret's door, With many a grievous grone, And ay he tirled 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 ..."></div> </div> </div>

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