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 | The English and Scottish Popular Ballads |  |
MARY HAMILTON—V
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“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 9, Abbotsford; in the handwriting of William Laidlaw.
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‘My father was the Duke of York,My mother the gay ladie,
An I myself a maiden bright,
An the queen desired me.’
2
But there word gane to the kitchen,There's word gane to the ha,
That Mary mild she gangs wi child
To the uppermost stewart of a'.
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Than they sought but, and they sou[ght] ben,They sought aneath the bed,
An there the fand the bonnie lad-bairn,
Lyin lappin in his blood.
4
‘Gae buss ye, Marie Hamilton,Gae buss ye, buss ye bra,
For ye maun away to Edin[brough] town,
The queen's birthday [OMITTED]’
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She wadna put on her black, bla[ck] silk,Nor wad she put on the brown,
But she pat on the glisterin stufs,
To glister in Edinbrough town.
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An whan she cam to the water-gateLoud laughters gae she three,
But whan she cam to the Netherbow Port
The tear blinded Marie's ee.
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'Twas up than spak Queen Marie's nurse,An a sorry woman was she:
‘Whae sae clever o fit and ready o wit
Has telld sic news o thee!’
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‘Oft have I [OMITTED] Queen Marie's headOft have I caimd her hair,
An a' the thanks I've gotten for that
Is the gallows to be my heir!
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‘Oft have I dressd Queen Marie's head,An laid her in her bed,
An a' the thanks I've gotten for that
Is the green gallows-tree to tread!
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‘O spare, O spare, O judge,’ she cried,‘O spair a day for me!’
‘There is nae law in our land, ladie,
To let a murderer be.’
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‘Yestreen the queen had four Maries,The night she'll hae but three;
There was Marie Seaton, and Ma[rie] Bea[ton],
An Marie Carmichael, an me.
12
‘O if my father now but kendThe death that I'm to die,
O muckle, muckle wad be the red gowd
That he wad gie for me.
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‘An if my brothers kend the deathThat I am now to die,
O muckle, muckle wad be the red blood
That wad be shed for me.’
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