CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Tamlin

Lady Margaret, Lady Margaret
Was sowing at the seam
She's all dressed in black
And a thought came in her head to roam in the woods
To pull flowers to flower her hat, my boys
To pull flowers to flower her hat
So she hoisted up her petticoats a bit above the knee
And so nimbly she ran over the ground
And when she came to the merrygreen woods
She pulled those branches down, my boys
She pulled those branches down

Suddenly she spied a finе young man
He's standing by a tree
He says how dare you pull thosе branches down?
Without the leave of me, my dear
Without the leave of me
Well she says this little wood it is my very own
My father gave it to me
I can pull these branches down without the leave of thee, young man
Oh without the leave of thee
And he took her by the milk-white hand
And by the grass-green sleeve
He pulled her down at the foot of the bush
He never once asked her leave, my boys
Oh he never once asked her leave
And when it was done she twisted about
To ask her true love's name
But she nothing saw
She nothing heard
And all the woods grew dim
And all the woods grew dim