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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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The Queen's Marie

MARY HAMILTON—Z

[_]

“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 90 a, Abbotsford; in the handwriting of John Leyden.

1

‘Buss ye, bonny Marie Hamilton,
Buss and gae wi me,
For ye maun gae to Edinborough,
A great wedding to see.’

2

‘Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen,
Ride hooly now wi me,
For never, I'm sure, a wearier bride
Rode in your cumpany.’

3

Little wist Marie Hamilton,
When she rode on the brown,
That she was gawn to Edinborough,
And a' to be put down.

4

When she came to the Council stairs,
She ga loud laughters three;
But or that she came down again
She was condemmd to dee.

5

‘O ye mariners, mariners, mariners,
When ye sail oer the faem,
Let never my father nor mother to wit
But I'm just coming hame.

6

‘Let never my father nor mother to wit,
Nor my bauld brether[en] three,
Or meckle wad be the red, red gowd
This day be gien for me.

7

‘Let never my father or mother to wit,
Nor my bauld brethren three,
Or meckle war the red, red blude
This day wad fa for me.’