Classic Poem

Fair Margret was a young ladye
An' come of high degree;
Fair Margret was a young ladye
An' proud as proud cou'd be.

Fair Margret was a rich ladye,
The king's cousin was she;
Fair Margret was a rich ladye
An' vain as vain cou'd be.

She war'd her wealth on the gay cleedin'
That comes frae 'yont the sea;
She spent her time frae morning till night
Adorning her fair bodye.

Ae night she sate in her stately ha'
Kaimin' her yellow hair,
When in there cum like a gentle knight
An' a white scarf he did wear.

O what's your will wi' me, sir knight,
O what's your will wi' me?
You're the likest to my ae brother
That ever I did see.

You're the likest to my ae brother
That ever I hae seen,
But he's buried in Dunfermline kirk
A month an' mair bygane.

I'm the likest to your ae brother
That ever ye did see,
But I canna get rest into my grave
A' for the pride of thee.

Leave pride, Margret, leave pride, Margret,
Leave pride an' vanity;
Ere ye see the sights that I hae seen
Sair altered ye maun be.

O ye come in at the kirk-door
Wi' the gowd plaits in your hair;
But wud ye see what I hae seen
Ye maun them a' forbear.

O ye come in at the kirk-door
Wi' the gowd prins i' your sleeve;
But wad ye see what I hae seen
Ye maun gie them a' their leave.

Leave pride, Margret, leave pride, Margret,
Leave pride an' vanity;
Ere ye see the sights that I hae seen
Sair altered ye maun be.

He got her in her stately ha'
Kaimin' her yellow hair;
He left her on her sick, sick bed
Sheding the saut, saut tear.