Nic Jones - The Drowned Lovers lyrics

Willie sits in his stable door And he's combing his coal-black steed, And he's 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." "Oh stay at home with me, dear Willie, Oh stay at home with me, And the very best co*k in all the roost For your own supper shall be." "It's all your co*ks in all your roosts I value not a pin, But I'll away to fair Margaret's bower Before the night sets in." "If you go to fair Margaret's bower Without the leave of me, In the deepest part of the Clyde water Then drowned you shall be." "Oh the good steed that I ride upon Cost me thrice thirty pounds, And I'll put trust in his swift feet To take me safe and sound." He's ridden o'er the high, high hills And he's down the dewy den, And the noise that was in 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 But spare me as I'm going." Oh when he's got to Margaret's bower, He's turled low on the pin. "Oh wake up, me May Margaret, Rise up and let me in." "Oh who is this at my bower door, A-calling May Margaret's name?" "It's only your first love, little William, This night come to her home." "Open your gates this night, Open and let me in, For me boots they are full of the Clyde water And I'm frozen to the skin." "Me barns are full of corn, Willie, The stable's full of hay. And me bower's full of gentlemen, They'll not remove till day." "Then it's fare thee well to you, May Margaret, It's fare thee well and adieu, For I have won my mother's own curse In coming this night to you." And as he's ridden o'er the high, high hill And down yon dowy den, And the rushing in the Clyde water Took Willie's cane from him. And he's leaned him over his saddle-bow To catch his cane again, And the rushing in the Clyde water Took Willie's hat from him. And he's leaned him over his saddle-bow To catch his hat by force, But the rushing in the Clyde water Took Willie from his horse. And the very hour that young man sank Into the parts so deep, There up and awoke this May Margaret Out from her drowsy sleep. "Come here come here, my mother dear, And you read my dreary dream. I dreamed my lover was at our gates And nobody let him in." "Lie down, lie down, you May Margaret, Lie down and take your rest. And since your lover was at our gates It's but two quarters pa**ed." Then nimbly, nimbly rose she up, Went down to the river's brim, And the louder that this lady cried The louder grew the wind. And the very first step that she went in, She stepped up to her feet, And it's "oh" and "alas," this lady cried, "The 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 love could see." And the very next step that she went in, She's waded to her chin. And the deepest part of Clyde water She found sweet William in. Saying, " You have had a cruel mother, Willie, And I have had another. And now we'll sleep in Clyde water Like sister and like brother."