Sélectionnez la langue pour traduire cette parole
Willie stands in his stable door
And heâs combing his coal black steed
And heâs thinking of fair Margaretâs love
And his heart began to bleed
âMother, fetch my hat and coat
Help me tie them on
Iâll away to fair Margaretâs bower
Before the night comes onâ
âStay at home with me, dear Willie
Tonight there comes a storm
Iâll lay the table handsomely
Your bed be soft and warmâ
âYour tables, mother, and your beds
They cannot bring me rest
Iâll away to fair Margaretâs bower
Before the night is pastâ
âIf you go to fair Margaretâs bower
My curse will go with thee
In the deepest part of the Clyde Water
Drowned you shall beâ
âThe good steed that I ride upon
Cost me thrice thirty pounds
Iâll put my trust in his swift feet
To take me safe and soundâ
Heâs rode over the high high hill
And down the dewy glen
And the rushing in the Clyde Water
Would have feared five hundred men
âRoaring Clyde, you roar so loud
Your streams are wondrous strong
Make me a wreck as I come back
But spare me as Iâm goingâ
When he came to fair Margaretâs gate
Heâs called to her within
âRise up, rise up, maid Margaret
Rise up and let me inâ
âWhoâs that stands at my garden gate
Calling maid Margaretâs name?â
âItâs only your first love, sweet William
This night come to your homeâ
âOpen the door, Maid Margaret
Open and let me in
My boots are full of the Clyde Water
And Iâm shivering to the skinâ
âMy stable is full of horses, Willie
My barns are full of hay
And my bowers are full of gentlemen
Theyâll not remove till dayâ
âFare thee well, maid Margaret
Fare thee well, adieu
A curse my mother laid on me
For coming this night to youâ
Heâs rode over the high high hill
Down the dewy glen
And the rushing in the Clyde Water
Took Willieâs hat from him
And heâs leaned him over his saddle bold
To fetch his hat again
And the rushing in the Clyde Water
Took Willieâs coat from him
And heâs leaned him over his saddle bold
To catch his coat by force
And the rushing in the Clyde Water
Took Willie from his horse
The very hour this young man sank
Down in the watery deep
Then up and rose maid Margaret
Out of her drowsy sleep
âCome here, come here, my mother dear
Iâve dreamed a dreary dream
I dreamed my lover was at our gate
And nobody let him inâ
âLie down, lie down, maid Margaret
Your loverâs come and gone
The sport you would have made with him
Iâve played it for my ownâ
Nimbly, nimbly rose she up
Down to the riverâs brim
But the louder that this lady called
The louder blew the wind
The very first step that Margaret took
She stepped up to her feet
And âOh, and alasâ this lady sighs
âYour waterâs wondrous deepâ
And the very next step that she went in
Sheâs waded to her knee
Says she, âI would wade farther in
If I my true lover could seeâ
And the very last step that she went in
She stepped up to her chin
In the deepest part of the Clyde Water
She found sweet William in
âYou have had a cruel mother Willie
I have had another
And now weâll sleep in Clyde Water
Like sister and like brotherâ
- Album:
- Child Ballads