Mary Hamilton
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[Verse 1] Word is to the kitchen gone And word is to the hall And word is up to Madam the Queen And that's the worst of all That Mary Hamilton's borne a babe To the highest Stuart of all [Verse 2] "Arise, arise, Mary Hamilton Arise and tell to me What thou hast done with thy wee babe I saw and heard weep by thee" [Verse 3] "I put him in a tiny boat And cast him out to sea That he might sink or he might swim But he'd never come back to me" [Verse 4] "Arise, arise, Mary Hamilton Arise and come with me There is a wedding in Glasgow town This night we'll go and see" [Verse 5] She put not on her robes of black Nor her robes of brown But she put on her robes of white To ride into Glasgow town [Verse 6] And as she rode into Glasgow town The city for to see The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife Cried alack and alas for thee [Verse 7] "Oh you need not weep for me", she cried "You need not weep for me" For had I not slain my own wee babe This death I would not lead [Verse 8] Oh, little did my mother think When first she cradled me The lands I was to travel in And the death I was to dee [Verse 9] Last night I washed the queen's feet Put the gold in her hair And the only reward I find for this The gallows to be my share [Verse 10] "Cast off, cast off my gown," she cried "But let my petticoat be And tie a napkin round my face The gallows, I would not see" [Verse 11] Then by them come the king himself Looked up with a pitiful eye "Come down, come down, Mary Hamilton Tonight, you will dine with me" [Verse 12] "Oh hold your tongue, my sovereign liege And let your folly be For if you'd a mind to save my life You'd never have shamed me here" [Verse 13] Last night there were four Marys Tonight there'll be but three It was Mary Beaton and Mary Seton And Mary Carmichael and me
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