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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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The Queen's Marys

MARY HAMILTON—Y

[_]

“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 144, Abbotsford.

1

‘Yestreen the queen had four Marys,
The night she'll hae but three;
She had Mary Beaton, and Mary Seaton,
And Mary Carmichael, and me.

2

‘My feather was the Duke of York,
My mother a gay lady,
And I mysell a bonnie young may,
And the king fell in love we me.

3

‘The king's kisses they were so sweet,
And his wine it was so strong,
That I became a mother
Before fifteen years old.’

4

‘O tell the truth now, Mary,
And sett this matter right;
What hae ye made o the babey
Was greeting yesternight?’

5

‘O I will tell you, madam the queen,
I winna tell a lie;
I put it in a bottomless boat
And bad it sail the sea.’

6

‘Ye lie, ye lie now, Mary,
Sae loud's I hear you lie!
You wasnae out o the palace,
So that coud never be.’

7

‘Weel I will tell you, madam,
Though it should gar me weep;
I stabbd it we my little pen-knife,
And bad it take a sleep.’

8

When she came up the Netherbow,
She geed loud laughters three;
But when she came out o the Parliament Close
The tear blinded her ee.

9

‘O little does my feather ken
The death I am to die,
Or muckel wad be the red, red gould
Wad be payed doun for me.


10

‘O little does my mother think
The death that I am to die,
Or monie wad be the saut, saut tears
That she wad shed for me.

11

‘O never lett my brothers ken
The death that I am to die,
For muckel wad be the red, red blood
That wad be shed for me.

12

‘Aft hae I washd the king's bonnie face,
Kaimd doun his yellow hair,
And this is a' the reward he's geen me,
The gallows to be my share.’