Trees - Lady Margaret lyrics

Lady Margaret, she's sitting in her high hall Combing down her long yellow hair When she sees sweet William and his new-made bride Riding to the church so near She throwed down her ivory comb She throwed down her long yellow hair Said, "I'm never going down to the church no more And never more go there" Well it wasn't much later in that same night As they lay fast asleep Lady Margaret appeared at their bedside Standing at their feet "Tell me how do you like your pillow, young man? Tell me how do you like your sheet? Tell me how do you like the fair pretty maid Lying in your arms asleep?" "Very well do I like my pillow," said he "Much better do I like my sheet Best of all do I like the fair pretty maid Standing at my feet" Once did he kiss her ruby lips Twice did he kiss her feet Three times he lay in her long yellow hair And fell in her arms asleep Now is Lady Margaret in her chamber Or is she in her hall? She's in her cold, cold coffin With her face turned to the wall