/// A book of ancient ballads was compiled by Thomas Percy.
Among the tales it told was this: a ghost who showed no mercy.
Fair Margaret loved Sweet William; he had promised they would wed,
but on Sweet William’s wedding night another shared his bed.
Fair Margaret’s heart was broken and from grief she promptly died.
That very night the ghost of Margaret came to William’s side.
He sat bolt upright in his bed, unsure if he was dreaming,
but listened to this pallid wraith on whom the moon was gleaming.
She cursed her faithless lover who’d wed someone else instead.
When William woke he went to Margaret’s home and found her dead.
Now in a chilling echo of Fair Margaret’s death from grief,
Sweet William also died of shame, an end beyond belief.
/// A book of ancient ballads was compiled by Thomas Percy.
Among the tales it told was this: a ghost who showed no mercy.
Fair Margaret loved Sweet William; he had promised they would wed,
but on Sweet William’s wedding night another shared his bed.
Fair Margaret’s heart was broken and from grief she promptly died.
That very night the ghost of Margaret came to William’s side.
He sat bolt upright in his bed, unsure if he was dreaming,
but listened to this pallid wraith on whom the moon was gleaming.
She cursed her faithless lover who’d wed someone else instead.
When William woke he went to Margaret’s home and found her dead.
Now in a chilling echo of Fair Margaret’s death from grief,
Sweet William also died of shame, an end beyond belief.