Lady Margret
Johnny SockHead
Setup: This is an electronic reggae version of the classic ghost story / song. Anchors vocals are VERY interesting. It includes guitar from the talented Johnny Bluesman. You can visit Mr. Bluesman at www.acidplanet.com/artist.asp?AID=467156&t=9381
Lyrics: (I know your secret)……… Lady Margret sat in her bower combin’ down her long yellow hair she saw sweet William and his new maid-bride going to the church for prayers she threw down her ivory comb she threw back her long yellow hair she threw herself from the high tower and swore she would lie there…. Lady Margret died - in the middle of the night… when all the rest were asleep.. (sorrow - sorrow) Her spirit left her fair body and stood at Williams feet. How do you like your feather bed? How do you like your sheet? How do you like the fair young maid, lies in your arms asleep? Very well do I like my bed says he… better do I like my sheet… most of all do I like the fair lady who stands at my bed feet… Lady Margret died in the middle of the night, Sweet William died on the ‘morrow… Lady Margret died for pure good love William died for sorrow. Lady Margret was buried in the high church yard William right beside her… out of Margret’s breast grew a red red rose out of William’s a briar… they grew ‘till they reached the old church top…. they could grow no higher… they formed a true love’s knot the rose around the briar….
Lyrics: (I know your secret)……… Lady Margret sat in her bower combin’ down her long yellow hair she saw sweet William and his new maid-bride going to the church for prayers she threw down her ivory comb she threw back her long yellow hair she threw herself from the high tower and swore she would lie there…. Lady Margret died - in the middle of the night… when all the rest were asleep.. (sorrow - sorrow) Her spirit left her fair body and stood at Williams feet. How do you like your feather bed? How do you like your sheet? How do you like the fair young maid, lies in your arms asleep? Very well do I like my bed says he… better do I like my sheet… most of all do I like the fair lady who stands at my bed feet… Lady Margret died in the middle of the night, Sweet William died on the ‘morrow… Lady Margret died for pure good love William died for sorrow. Lady Margret was buried in the high church yard William right beside her… out of Margret’s breast grew a red red rose out of William’s a briar… they grew ‘till they reached the old church top…. they could grow no higher… they formed a true love’s knot the rose around the briar….