When he sits in his stable door
And he's combing his cold black steed
He's doubting on fair Margaret's love
And his heart begins to bleed
Give corn unto my horse, mother
I'll await to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh, stay at home with me, dear Willie
And the very best cock in all the roost
For your own supper will be
It's all your cocks in all your roosts
But I'll away to Margaret's bow
If you go to Fair Margaret's Brower
In the deepest part of Clyde Water
All the good steed that I ride upon
Cost me thrice thirty pounds
And I'll trust in his swift feet
To take me safe and sound
He's riggin' over the high, high hills
And the noise that was in
would have feared five hundred men
Oh 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, wake up my May Margaret,
Oh, who is this at my bowel door,
calling May Margaret's name?
It's only your first love,
will you this night come to a halt?
Open up your gates this night,
For my boots are full of applied water
And they're frozen to the skin
My bounds are full of cornway
And the bower's full of gentlemen
Who will not remove till day
Then it's fairly well to you, May Margaret
It's fairly well, Leonard, you
For I have won my mother's curse
In coming this night to you
As he's ridden on the high, high hill
And rushing in the cloud water
To will his cane from him
And he's leaning over his saddleboard
And the rushing in the Clyde water
took Willie's hat from him
And his lead him over his saddlecloth
to catch his hat by force
But the rushing in the Clyde water
took Willie from his horse
On the very hour that young man
sank into the past so deep
Thereupon woke his baby in mourning
love from her drowsy sleep
Come here, come here my mother dear,
I dreamed my lover was at our gates
Lie down, lie down, you may well grin,
lie down and take your rest
And since your lover was at our gates,
all's bad to what has passed
Then nimbly, nimbly rode she up,
And the louder that this lady cried,
The very first step that she went in,
she stepped up to her feet
And it's oh and alas this lady cried,
this water's wondrous deep
And the very next step that she went in,
Says she I will wade farther in,
if I my true love could see
The very next day that she went in,
she was waiting to hatch it
And the deepest parts of the Clyde water,
she found sweet William in
You have had a cruel mother,
An d now I'll sleep in the clean water,
like sister and like brother
