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Quin Mary's Marreys
MARY HAMILTON—F
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‘My father was the Duck of York,My mother a lady frie,
My sell a dainnty damisall,
Quin Mary sent for me.
2
‘The quin's meat it was so suit,An her clething was sae rair,
It made me lang for Suit Willie's bed,
An I ill rue it ever mare.
3
‘Mary Beeten, an Mary Sitton,An Lady Livenston, a' three,
We'll never mett in Quin Mary's bour nou,
Marrys tho we be.’
4
Quin Mary satt in her bour,Suing her selver seam;
She thought she hard a baby greet
Bat an a lady mean.
5
She throu her neddel frae her,Her seam out of her han,
An she is on to Lady Marry's bour,
As fast as she could gang.
6
‘Open yer dor, Lady Mary,’ she says,‘An lat me come in;
For I hear a baby greet,
Bat an a lady meen.’
7
‘Ther is nae bab in my bour, madam the Quin,Nor never thinks to be,
Bat the strong pains of gravell
This night has sesed me.’
8
She paat her fitt to the dor,Bat an her knee,
Bolts of brass an irn bands
In flinders she gart flee.
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9
She pat a han to her bed-headA nether to her bed-feet,
An bonny was the bab
Was blabring in its bleed.
10
‘Wae worth ye, Lady Mary,An ill dead sall ye die!
For in ye widne keepet the bonny bab
Ye might ha gen't to me.’
11
‘Lay na the witt on me, madam,Lay na the witt on me,
For my fals love bare the v[e]pan att his side
That gared my bern dee.’
12
‘Gett up, Lady Betton, get up, Lady Setton,An Lady Livenston, three,
An we will on to Edenbrugh
An tray this gay lady.’
13
As she cam in the Cannogate,The burgers' wives they crayed hon, ochon, ochree!
14
‘O had yer still, ye burgers’ wives,An make na mane for me;
Seek never grace out of a graslass face,
For they ha nan to gee.
15
‘Ye merchants an ye mareners,That trad on the sea,
Ye dinnë tell in my country
The dead I am gaine to dee.
16
‘Ye merchants an ye mareners,That traid on the fame,
Dinnë tell in my countray
Bat fatt I am coming hame.
17
‘Littel did my father think,Fan he brouch[t] me our the sea,
That he woud see my yallou lokes
Hang on a gallou-tree.
18
‘Littel did my midder think,Fan she brought me fra hame,
That she maught see my yallou lokes
Hang on a gallou-pine.
19
‘[OMITTED]O had yer han a wee!
For yonder comes my father,
I am sure he'll borrou me.
20
‘O some of yer goud, father,An of yer well won fee,
To safe me [fra the high hill],
[An] fra the gallage-tree.’
21
‘Ye's gett nane of my goud,Ner of my well wone fee,
For I wead gee five hundred poun
To see ye hanged hee.’
22
‘[OMITTED]O had yer han a wee!
Yonder is my love Willie,
He will borrou me.
23
‘O some of yer goud, my love Wille,An some of yer well wone fee,
To save me fraa the high hill,
An fraie the gallou-tree.’
24
‘Ye's gett a' my goud,An a' my well won fee,
To save ye fra the heading-hill,
An fra the galla-tree.’
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