| MARIE HAMILTON 's to the kirk gane, | |
| Wi' ribbons in her hair; | |
| The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton | |
| Than ony that were there. | |
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| Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gane | 5 |
| Wi' ribbons on her breast; | |
| The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton | |
| Than he listen'd to the priest. | |
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| Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gane, | |
| Wi' gloves upon her hands; | 10 |
| The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton | |
| Than the Queen and a' her lands. | |
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| She hadna been about the King's court | |
| A month, but barely one, | |
| Till she was beloved by a' the King's court | 15 |
| And the King the only man. | |
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| She hadna been about the King's court | |
| A month, but barely three, | |
| Till frae the King's court Marie Hamilton, | |
| Marie Hamilton durstna be. | 20 |
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| The King is to the Abbey gane, | |
| To pu' the Abbey tree, | |
| To scale the babe frae Marie's heart; | |
| But the thing it wadna be. | |
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| O she has row'd it in her apron, | 25 |
| And set it on the sea— | |
| 'Gae sink ye or swim ye, bonny babe, | |
| Ye'se get nae mair o' me.' | |
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| Word is to the kitchen gane, | |
| And word is to the ha', | 30 |
| And word is to the noble room | |
| Amang the ladies a', | |
| That Marie Hamilton 's brought to bed, | |
| And the bonny babe 's miss'd and awa'. | |
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| Scarcely had she lain down again, | 35 |
| And scarcely fa'en asleep, | |
| When up and started our gude Queen | |
| Just at her bed-feet; | |
| Saying—'Marie Hamilton, where 's your babe? | |
| For I am sure I heard it greet.' | 40 |
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| 'O no, O no, my noble Queen! | |
| Think no sic thing to be; | |
| 'Twas but a stitch into my side, | |
| And sair it troubles me!' | |
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| 'Get up, get up, Marie Hamilton: | 45 |
| Get up and follow me; | |
| For I am going to Edinburgh town, | |
| A rich wedding for to see.' | |
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| O slowly, slowly rase she up, | |
| And slowly put she on; | 50 |
| And slowly rade she out the way | |
| Wi' mony a weary groan. | |
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| The Queen was clad in scarlet, | |
| Her merry maids all in green; | |
| And every town that they cam to, | 55 |
| They took Marie for the Queen. | |
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| 'Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen, | |
| Ride hooly now wi' me! | |
| For never, I am sure, a wearier burd | |
| Rade in your companie.'— | 60 |
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| But little wist Marie Hamilton, | |
| When she rade on the brown, | |
| That she was gaen to Edinburgh town, | |
| And a' to be put down. | |
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| 'Why weep ye so, ye burgess wives, | 65 |
| Why look ye so on me? | |
| O I am going to Edinburgh town, | |
| A rich wedding to see.' | |
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| When she gaed up the tolbooth stairs, | |
| The corks frae her heels did flee; | 70 |
| And lang or e'er she cam down again, | |
| She was condemn'd to die. | |
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| When she cam to the Netherbow port, | |
| She laugh'd loud laughters three; | |
| But when she came to the gallows foot | 75 |
| The tears blinded her e'e. | |
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| 'Yestreen the Queen had four Maries, | |
| The night she'll hae but three; | |
| There was Marie Seaton, and Marie Beaton, | |
| And Marie Carmichael, and me. | 80 |
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| 'O often have I dress'd my Queen | |
| And put gowd upon her hair; | |
| But now I've gotten for my reward | |
| The gallows to be my share. | |
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| 'Often have I dress'd my Queen | 85 |
| And often made her bed; | |
| But now I've gotten for my reward | |
| The gallows tree to tread. | |
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| 'I charge ye all, ye mariners, | |
| When ye sail owre the faem, | 90 |
| Let neither my father nor mother get wit | |
| But that I'm coming hame. | |
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| 'I charge ye all, ye mariners, | |
| That sail upon the sea, | |
| That neither my father nor mother get wit | 95 |
| The dog's death I'm to die. | |
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| 'For if my father and mother got wit, | |
| And my bold brethren three, | |
| O mickle wad be the gude red blude | |
| This day wad be spilt for me! | 100 |
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| 'O little did my mother ken, | |
| The day she cradled me, | |
| The lands I was to travel in | |
| Or the death I was to die! | |
