The Last Song of Margaret Wilson - a poem
- Bethany Thembelihle

- May 30
- 2 min read
Updated: Jun 18
Three hundred and forty-one years ago, on the 11th of May, two women were executed. They were Covenanters - Christians who held to the principles of the Scottish Reformation and often had to sacrifice their own lives rather than compromise their beliefs.
Captured and refusing to recant, Widow Margaret McLachlan and her young friend Margaret Wilson were drowned. Nineteen-year old Margaret Wilson is recorded to have sung Psalms and recited Scripture aloud as she waited for the waves to cover her. Her last words were from Psalm 25:
My sins and faults of youth do thou, O Lord, forget: After thy mercy think on me, and for thy goodness great.
The following poem is in honour of this young martyr and her good God.

The Last Song of Margaret Wilson
Covenant-keepers and faithful are we
Long did we hide from governing men
For we will not call him king, even
Here where we stand at the edge of the sea
Two stakes are planted, sad twin trees
I’m tied to the high one, to watch for now
The old widow is bound very near
Right at the edge of the sea
The prayers of a crowd wash over me
The song in my soul is still
Salt water creeps up the channel
Here at the edge of the sea
You have one last chance to be free,
The officer calls aloud,
To Scotland’s king you must now bow
Or you’ll be left to die in the sea
Will you drown a young maid of nineteen?
And kill an old woman? crowd cries
I look at the widow, she knows it is time
To leave o’er the edge of the sea
The old widow’s eyes are misty
As she prays lifts her face to the sky
And shows me the way to die for my Lord
Here at the edge of the sea
The billows draw nigh, I cannot see
Her white hair in the foam
No bubbles rise from the water-logged stake
She is gone under the blue sea
My heart wants to stop, my body to flee
A soldier holds up my head
My last breath a song, a Psalm of lament
Here just above the dark sea
When the waves take me, this my plea
I will die in the sight of my King
And in His strong arms be lifted so gently
Over the edge of the sea
B.T.





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