"THE water weets my toe," she said, "The water weets my knee; Haud up, Sir Knicht, my horse's head, If you a true luve be!" "I luved ye weel, and luved ye lang, Yet grace I failed to win; Nae trust put I in ladye's troth Till water weets her chin!' "Then water weets my waist, proud lord, The water weets my chin; My achin' head spins round about, The burn maks sik a din -- Now, help thou me, thou fearsome Knicht, If grace ye hope to win!" "I mercy hope to win, high dame, Yet hand I've nane to gie -- The trinklin' o' a gallant's blude Sae sair hath blindit me!" "Oh! help! -- Oh! help! -- If man ye be Have on a woman ruth -- The waters gather round my head And gurgle in my mouth!" "Turn round and round, fell Margaret, Turn round and look on me -- The pity that ye schawed yestreen I'll fairly schaw to thee! "Thy girdle-knife was keen and bricht -- The ribbons wondrous fine -- 'Tween every knot o' them ye knit Of kisses I had nine! "Fond Margaret! Fause Margaret! You kissed me cheek and chin -- Yet, when I slept, that girdle-knife You sheathed my heart's blude in! "Fause Margaret! Lewde Margaret! The nicht ye bide wi' me -- The body, under trust, you slew, My spirit weds wi' thee!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITHOUT CEREMONY by THOMAS HARDY THE BELLS OF HEAVEN by RALPH HODGSON THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE PRINCESS: LULLABY by ALFRED TENNYSON |