Fair Margaret's Bower

Willie sits in his stable door And he's combing his coal-black steed Doubting on fair Margaret's love And his heart began to bleed "Give corn unto my horse, mother And meat to my man John And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower Before the night comes on." "Stay at home with me, dear Willie Oh stay at home with me In the deepest part of the Clyde water Then you shall drowned be." "Oh the good steed I ride upon Cost me thrice thirty pounds I'll put trust in his swift feet To take me safe and sound." He's ridden o'er high, high hill And he's down yon dowie den And the rushing the Clyde water Would have feared five hundred men "O roaring Clyde, you roar so loud Your streams are wondrous strong Make me a wreck as I come back And spare me as I'm going."