Folk Songs from the Southern Highlands - online songbook

Southern Appalachians songs with lyrics, commentary & some sheet music.

	Earl Brand
	i. "Hold my horse, little Marget," he said, "Hold him with your hand, Till I go and fight your seven brothers bold In the meadow where they stand." 2.  She stood and she stood And she never shed a tear, Till she seed her seven brothers bold fall And her father who loved her so dear. 3.  She pulled her handkerchief out of her pocket; Was of the Holland so fine; She tuk and wiped her brother's bloody wounds Until the blood run as red as the wine. 4.  "Choose you now, little Marget," he says, "Go along with me abide." "I must go, Lord Loving," she said, "Lord, you've left me nary a guide." 5.  He mounted himself on a Turkish brown, And she on the dapple grey; And he blowed his bugle both loud and shrill, And he bled as he rode away. 6.  He rode by the light of the bright shining moon Till he come to his mother's barried [= barred] door: "Open the door, dear mother," he says, "Little Marget, she is won. 7. "Make me a bed, dear mother," he says, "Make it wide and deep, Lay little Marget in my arms That the sounder I may sleep." 8. Lord Loving died before midnight And she along 'fore day; And if that be the way of all true lovers, Who run away together, God send them more pleasure than they.
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