Proud Margaret.
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Keightley, Thomas
Proud Margaret's[165] father of wealth had store, Time with me goes slow.— And he was a king seven kingdoms o'er, But that grief is heavy I know.[166]
To her came wooing good earls two, Time with me goes slow.— But neither of them would she hearken unto, But that grief is heavy I know.
To her came wooing princes five, Time with me goes slow.— Yet not one of them would the maiden have, But that grief is heavy I know.
To her came wooing kings then seven, Time with me goes slow.— But unto none her hand has she given, But that grief is heavy I know.
And the hill-king asked his mother to read, Time with me goes slow.— How to win proud Margaret he might speed, But that grief is heavy I know.
"And say how much thou wilt give unto me," Time with me goes slow.— "That herself may into the hill come to thee?" But that grief is heavy I know.
"Thee will I give the ruddiest gold," Time with me goes slow.— "And thy chests full of money as they can hold," But that grief is heavy I know.
One Sunday morning it fell out so, Time with me goes slow.— Proud Margaret unto the church should go, But that grief is heavy I know.
And all as she goes, and all as she stays, Time with me goes slow.— All the nearer she comes where the high hill lay, But that grief is heavy I know.
So she goeth around the hill compassing, Time with me goes slow.— So there openeth a door, and thereat goes she in, But that grief is heavy I know.
Proud Margaret stept in at the door of the hill, Time with me goes slow.— And the hill-king salutes her with eyes joyfúl, But that grief is heavy I know.
So he took the maiden upon his knee, Time with me goes slow.— And took the gold rings and therewith her wed he, But that grief is heavy I know.
So he took the maiden his arms between, Time with me goes slow.— He gave her a gold crown and the name of queen, But that grief is heavy I know.
So she was in the hill for eight round years, Time with me goes slow.— There bare she two sons and a daughter so fair, But that grief is heavy I know.
When she had been full eight years there, Time with me goes slow.— She wished to go home to her mother so dear, But that grief is heavy I know.
And the hill-king spake to his footpages twain, Time with me goes slow.— "Put ye the gray paeers now unto the wain,"[167] But that grief is heavy I know.
And Margaret out at the hill-door stept, Time with me goes slow.— And her little children they thereat wept, But that grief is heavy I know.
And the hill-king her in his arms has ta'en. Time with me goes slow.— So he lifteth her into the gilded wain, But that grief is heavy I know.
"And hear now thou footpage what I unto thee say," Time with me goes slow.— "Thou now shalt drive her to her mother's straightway," But that grief is heavy I know.
Proud Margaret stept in o'er the door-sill, Time with me goes slow.— And her mother saluteth her with eyes joyfúl, But that grief is heavy I know.
"And where hast thou so long stayed?" Time with me goes slow.— "I have been in the flowery meads," But that grief is heavy I know.
"What veil is that thou wearest on thy hair?" Time with me goes slow.— "Such as women and mothers use to wear," But that grief is heavy I know.
"Well may I wear a veil on my head," Time with me goes slow.— "Me hath the hill-king both wooed and wed," But that grief is heavy I know.
"In the hill have I been these eight round years," Time with me goes slow.— "There have I two sons and a daughter so fair," But that grief is heavy I know.
"There have I two sons and a daughter so fair," Time with me goes slow.— "The loveliest maiden the world doth bear," But that grief is heavy I know.
"And hear thou, proud Margaret, what I say unto thee," Time with me goes slow.— "Can I go with thee home thy children to see?" But that grief is heavy I know.
And the hill-king stept now in at the door, Time with me goes slow.— And Margaret thereat fell down on the floor, But that grief is heavy I know.
"And stayest thou now here complaining of me," Time with me goes slow.— "Camest thou not of thyself into the hill to me?" But that grief is heavy I know.
"And stayest thou now here and thy fate dost deplore?" Time with me goes slow.— "Camest thou not of thyself in at my door?" But that grief is heavy I know.
The hill-king struck her on the cheek rosie, Time with me goes slow.— "And pack to the hill to thy children wee," But that grief is heavy I know.
The hill-king struck her with a twisted root, Time with me goes slow.— "And pack to the hill without any dispute," But that grief is heavy I know.
And the hill-king her in his arms has ta'en, Time with me goes slow.— And lifted her into the gilded wain, But that grief is heavy I know.
"And hear thou my footpage what I unto thee say," Time with me goes slow.— "Thou now shalt drive her to my dwelling straightway," But that grief is heavy I know.
Proud Margaret stept in at the hill door, Time with me goes slow.— And her little children rejoiced therefòre, But that grief is heavy I know.
"It is not worth while rejoicing for me," Time with me goes slow.— "Christ grant that I never a mother had been," But that grief is heavy I know.
The one brought out a gilded chair, Time with me goes slow.— "O rest you, my sorrow-bound mother, there," But that grief is heavy I know.
The one brought out a filled up horn, Time with me goes slow.— The other put therein a gilded corn, But that grief is heavy I know.
The first drink she drank out of the horn, Time with me goes slow.— She forgot straightway both heaven and earth, But that grief is heavy I know.
The second drink she drank out of the horn, Time with me goes slow.— She forgot straightway both God and his word, But that grief is heavy I know.
The third drink she drank out of the horn, Time with me goes slow.— She forgot straightway both sister and brother, But that grief is heavy I know.