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Mary Hamiltin
MARY HAMILTON—G
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Manuscript of Scottish Songs and Ballads, copied by a granddaughter of Lord Woodhouselee, 1840-50, p. 51.
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O Mary Hamilton to the kirk is gane,Wi ribbons in her hair;
An the king thoct mair o Marie
Then onie that were there.
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Mary Hamilton's to the preaching gane,Wi ribbons on her breast;
An the king thocht mair o Marie
Than he thocht o the priest.
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Syne word is thro the palace gane,I heard it tauld yestreen,
The king loes Mary Hamilton
Mair than he loes his queen.
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A sad tale thro the town is gaen,A sad tale on the morrow;
Oh Mary Hamilton has born a babe,
An slain it in her sorrow!
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And down then cam the auld queen,Goud tassels tied her hair:
‘What did ye wi the wee wee bairn
That I heard greet sae sair?’
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‘There neer was a bairn into my room,An as little designs to be;
'Twas but a stitch o my sair side,
Cam owre my fair bodie.’
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‘Rise up now, Marie,’ quo the queen,‘Rise up, an come wi me,
For we maun ride to Holyrood,
A gay wedding to see.’
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The queen was drest in scarlet fine,Her maidens all in green;
An every town that they cam thro
Took Marie for the queen.
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But little wist Marie Hamilton,As she rode oure the lea,
That she was gaun to Edinbro town
Her doom to hear and dree.
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When she cam to the Netherbow Port,She laughed loud laughters three;
But when she reached the gallows-tree,
The tears blinded her ee.
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‘Oh aften have I dressed my queen,An put gowd in her hair;
The gallows-tree is my reward,
An shame maun be my share!
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‘Oh aften hae I dressed my queen,An saft saft made her bed;
An now I've got for my reward
The gallows-tree to tread!
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‘There's a health to all gallant sailors,That sail upon the sea!
Oh never let on to my father and mither
The death that I maun dee!
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‘An I charge ye, all ye mariners,When ye sail owre the main,
Let neither my father nor mither know
But that I'm comin hame.
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‘Oh little did my mither ken,That day she cradled me,
What lands I was to tread in,
Or what death I should dee.
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‘Yestreen the queen had four Maries,The nicht she'll hae but three;
There's Marie Seaton, an Marie Beaton,
An Marie Carmichael, an me.’
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