[Verse 1]
There came a ghost to Margaret's door
With many a grievous groan
And aye he's turled long at the pin
But answer she gave none
Is it my father Phillip?
Or yet my brother John?
Or yet my own dear William
From Scotland now come home?
[Verse 2]
Thy faith and troth you'll never get
Me you'll never win
Till you take me to yon churchyard
And wed me with the ring
Oh, I do dwell in a churchyard
But far beyond the sea
And it is but my ghost, Margaret
Speaks now unto thee
[Verse 3]
So she's put on her robes of green
With a piece below the knee
And o'er the live-long winter's night
Sweet ghost followed she
Oh, is there room at your head, Willie
Or room here at your feet?
Or room here at your side, Willie
Wherein that I may sleep?
There came a ghost to Margaret's door
With many a grievous groan
And aye he's turled long at the pin
But answer she gave none
Is it my father Phillip?
Or yet my brother John?
Or yet my own dear William
From Scotland now come home?
[Verse 2]
Thy faith and troth you'll never get
Me you'll never win
Till you take me to yon churchyard
And wed me with the ring
Oh, I do dwell in a churchyard
But far beyond the sea
And it is but my ghost, Margaret
Speaks now unto thee
[Verse 3]
So she's put on her robes of green
With a piece below the knee
And o'er the live-long winter's night
Sweet ghost followed she
Oh, is there room at your head, Willie
Or room here at your feet?
Or room here at your side, Willie
Wherein that I may sleep?
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