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Mary Myles
MARY HAMILTON—C
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There lived a lord into the west,And he had dochters three,
And the youngest o them is to the king's court,
To learn some courtesie.
2
She was not in the king's courtA twelvemonth and a day,
Till she was neither able to sit nor gang,
Wi the gaining o some play.
3
She went to the garden,To pull the leaf aff the tree,
To tak this bonnie babe frae her breast,
But alas it would na do!
4
She rowed it in her handkerchief,And threw it in the sea:
‘O sink ye, swim ye, wee wee babe!
Ye'll get nae mair o me.’
5
Word is to the kitchen gane,And word is to the ha,
That Mary Myle she goes wi child
To the highest Steward of a'.
6
Down and came the queen hersell,The queen hersell so free:
‘O Mary Myle, whare is the child
That I heard weep for thee?’
7
‘O hold your tongue now, Queen,’ she says,‘O hold your tongue so free!
For it was but a shower o the sharp sickness,
I was almost like to die.’
8
‘O busk ye, busk ye, Mary Myle,O busk, and go wi me;
O busk ye, busk ye, Mary Mile,
It's Edinburgh town to see.’
9
‘I'll no put on my robes o black,No nor yet my robes [o] brown;
But I'll put on my golden weed,
To shine thro Edinburgh town.’
10
When she went up the Cannongate-side,The Cannongate-side so free,
Oh there she spied some ministers’ lads,
Crying Och and alace for me!
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‘Dinna cry och and alace for me!Dinna cry o[c]h and alace for me!
For it's all for the sake of my innocent babe
That I come here to die.’
12
When she went up the Tolbooth-stair,The lap cam aff her shoe;
Before that she came down again,
She was condemned to die.
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‘O all you gallant sailors,That sail upon the sea,
Let neither my father nor mother know
The death I am to die!
14
‘O all you gallant sailors,That sail upon the faem,
Let neither my father nor mother know
But I am coming hame!
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‘Little did my mother know,The hour that she bore me,
What lands I was to travel in,
What death I was to die.
16
‘Little did my father know,When he held up my head,
What lands I was to travel in,
What was to be my deid.
17
‘Yestreen I made Queen Mary's bed,Kembed doun her yellow hair;
Is this the reward I am to get,
To tread this gallows-stair!’
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