Anais mitchell & jefferson hamer - Clyde waters (child 216) lyrics

Willie stands in his stable door And he's combing his coal black steed And he's thinking of fair Margaret's love And his heart began to bleed “Mother, fetch my hat and coat Help me tie them on I'll away to fair Margaret's bower Before the night comes on” “Stay at home with me, dear Willie Tonight there comes a storm I'll lay the table handsomely Your bed be soft and warm” “Your tables, mother, and your beds They cannot bring me rest I'll away to fair Margaret's bower Before the night is past” “If you go to fair Margaret's bower My curse will go with thee In the deepest part of the Clyde Water Drowned you shall be” “The good steed that I ride upon Cost me thrice thirty pounds I'll put my trust in his swift feet To take me safe and sound” He's rode over the high high hill And down the dewy glen And the rushing in the Clyde Water Would have feared five hundred men “Roaring Clyde, you roar so loud Your streams are wondrous strong Make me a wreck as I come back But spare me as I'm going” When he came to fair Margaret's gate He's called to her within “Rise up, rise up, maid Margaret Rise up and let me in” “Who's that stands at my garden gate Calling maid Margaret's name?” “It's only your first love, sweet William This night come to your home” “Open the door, Maid Margaret Open and let me in My boots are full of the Clyde Water And I'm shivering to the skin” “My stable is full of horses, Willie My barns are full of hay And my bowers are full of gentlemen They'll not remove till day” “Fare thee well, maid Margaret Fare thee well, adieu A curse my mother laid on me For coming this night to you” He's rode over the high high hill Down the dewy glen And the rushing in the Clyde Water Took Willie's hat from him And he's leaned him over his saddle bold To fetch his hat again And the rushing in the Clyde Water Took Willie's coat from him And he's 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 “Come here, come here, my mother dear I've dreamed a dreary dream I dreamed my lover was at our gate And nobody let him in” “Lie down, lie down, maid Margaret Your lover's come and gone The sport you would have made with him I've played it for my own” Nimbly, nimbly rose she up Down to the river's 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 “Oh, and alas” this lady sighs “Your water's wondrous deep” And the very next step that she went in She's waded to her knee Says she, “I would wade farther in If I my true lover could see” 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 “You have had a cruel mother Willie I have had another And now we'll sleep in Clyde Water Like sister and like brother”