.There came a ghost to Margaret's door>With many a grievious groan
And aye he 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 came home?"
"Thy faith and troth you'll never get
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