Classic Poem

1. " Who's that — at my bedroom window, Disturbing
me of my night's rest? " " 'Tis Willie dear, your
own true lover, The one who really loves you best!

2 " Oh, Maggie dear, go ask your mother
If you my wedded bride might be.
If she says no, love, come and tell me,
And I'll no longer trouble thee. "

3 " It is no use to ask my mother,
For she lies in her grave at rest;
And you had better ask another,
For I'm not the one that you love best. "

4 " Oh, Maggie dear, go ask your father
If you my wedded bride might be.
If he says no, love, come and tell me,
And I'll no longer trouble thee. "

5 " It is no use to ask my father,
For he lies by my mother's side;
And you had better find another,
For I can never be your bride. "

6 He pulled a dagger from his pocket
And thrust it through his aching heart,
" Adieu, adieu, my own true lover,
Since you and I this night must part! "

7 She took the bloody dagger from him
And thrust it in her lily-white breast.
" Adieu, adieu, my own true lover!
I'll die with the one that loves me best. "