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Listens: "The Clyde" Kate Rusby

someone shoot me...

Willie sits in his stable door and he's combin' his coal-black steed
He's doubtin' on fair Margaret's love and his heart begins to bleed
"Fetch corn unto me horse, mother, and meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower before the night comes on."

"Stay at home with me, dear Willie, oh stay at home with me,
And the very best cock in all the roost your own supper will be."
"For all your cocks, and all your roosts, I value not a pin
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower before the night comes in."

"Well if you go to fair Margaret's bower without the leave of me
In the deepest part of the Clyde water then drowned you will 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 yon high, high hill and down yon dowy den
And the rushin' in of the Clyde water would've 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 gone."

Well when he's got to fair Margaret's bower, he's turled low on the pin.
"Rise up, rise up, me mae Margaret, rise up and let me in!"
"Oh who is this at me bower door, callin' mae Margaret's name?"
"Oh it's only your first love little William this night come to her home.

"Open the gate this night, oh open and let me in
For me boots they're full of the Clyde water and I'm frozen to the skin."
"Me barns are full of corn, Willie, and me stable's full of hay
Me bowers're full of gentlemen, they won't remove till day."


"Fare thee well to you, mae Margaret, fair thee well and adieu.
For I have won my mother's own curse by comin' this night to you."
He's ridden o'er yon high, high hill and down yon dowy den
And the rushin' in of the Clyde water took Willie's hat from him.

He's leaned him over his saddle bow to catch his hat again
And the rushin' in of the Clyde water took Willie's cane from him.
He's leaned him over his saddle bow to catch his cane by force
And the rushin' in of the Clyde water took Willie from his horse.

The very hour this young man sank into the part so deep
Up and awoke miss Mae Margaret out from her dreary sleep
"Come here, come here, me mother dear, read to me my dream
I dreamed my love was at our gate and no one let him in."

"Lie there, lie there, me Mae Margaret, lie there and take your rest
For since your love was at our gates it's but two quarters past."
Nimbly, nimbly rose she up unto the water's brim
And the louder that this young girl cried, the louder grew the wind.

The very first step that she went in, she's up unto her feet
and it's "Oh, and alas!" this young girl cried, "Your water's wondrous deep!
The very next step that she went in, she's up unto her knees
Cried she, "I would go further in, if I my true lover could see."

The next step that she went in, she's up unto her chin
In the deepest part of the Clyde water she's found sweet William in.
Saying, "You have had a cruel mother, Willie, and I have had another,
And now we'll sleep in the Clyde water like sister and like brother."
Saying, "You have had a cruel mother, Willie, and I have had another,
And now we'll sleep in the Clyde water like sister and like brother."