{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch173.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch173.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch173.htm","text":"173A.1 WORDRR\u2019rrS gane to the kitchen,\nAnd word\u2019s gane to the ha,\nThat Marie Hamilton gangs wi bairn\nTo the hichest Stewart of a\u2019.\n173A.2 He\u2019s courted her in the kitchen,\nHe\u2019s courted her in the ha,\nHe\u2019s courted her in the laigh cellar,\nAnd that was warst of a\u2019.\n173A.3 She\u2019s tyed it in her apron\nAnd she\u2019s thrown it in the sea;\nSays, Sink ye, swim ye, bonny wee babe!\nYou\u2019l neer get mair o me.\n173A.4 Down them cam the auld queen,\nGoud tassels tying her hair:\n\u2018O marie, where\u2019s the bonny wee babe\nThat I heard greet sae sair?\u2019\n173A.5 \u2018There never was a babe intill my room,\nAs little designs to be;\nIt was but a touch o my sair side,\nCome oer my fair bodie.\u2019\n173A.6 \u2018O Marie, put on your robes o black,\nOr else your robes o brown,\nFor ye maun gang wi me the night,\nTo see fair Edinbro town.\u2019\n173A.7 \u2018I winna put on my robes o black,\nNor yet my robes o brown;\nBut I\u2019ll put on my robes o white,\nTo shine through Edinbro town.\u2019\n173A.8 When she gaed up the Cannogate,\nShe laughd loud laughters three;\nBut whan she cam down the Cannogate\nThe tear blinded her ee.\n173A.9 When she gaed up the Parliament stair,\nThe heel cam aff her shee;\nAnd lang or she cam down again\nShe was condemnd to dee.\n173A.10 When she cam down the Cannogate,\nThe Cannogate sae free,\nMany a ladie lookd oer her window,\nWeeping for this ladie.\n173A.11 \u2018Ye need nae weep for me,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Ye need nae weep for me;\nFor had I not slain mine own sweet babe,\nThis death I wadna dee.\n173A.12 \u2018Bring me a bottle of wine,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018The best that eer ye hae,\nThat I may drink to my weil-wishers,\nAnd they may drink to me.\n173A.13 \u2018Here\u2019s a health to the jolly sailors,\nThat sail upon the main;\nLet them never let on to my father and mother\nBut what I\u2019m coming hame.\n173A.14 \u2018Here\u2019s a health to the jolly sailors,\nThat sail upon the sea;\nLet them never let on to my father and mother\nThat I cam here to dee.\n173A.15 \u2018Oh little did my mother think,\nThe day she cradled me,\nWhat lands I was to travel through,\nWhat death I was to dee.\n173A.16 \u2018Oh little did my father think,\nThe day he held up me,\nWhat lands I was to travel through,\nWhat death I was to dee.\n173A.17 \u2018Last night I washd the queen\u2019s feet,\nAnd gently laid her down;\nAnd a\u2019 the thanks I\u2019ve gotten the nicht\nTo be hangd in Edinbro town!\n173A.18 \u2018Last nicht there was four Maries,\nThe nicht there\u2019l be but three;\nThere was Marie Seton, and Marie Beton,\nAnd Marie Carmichael, and me.\u2019\n173B: Mary Hamilton\n173B.1 THERE were ladies, they lived in a bower,\nAnd oh but they were fair!\nThe youngest o them is to the king\u2019s court,\nTo learn some unco lair.\n173B.2 She hadna been in the king\u2019s court\nA twelve month and a day,\nTill of her they could get na wark,\nFor wantonness and play.\n173B.3 Word is to the kitchen gane,\nAnd word is to the ha,\nAnd word is up to Madame the Queen,\nAnd that is warst of a\u2019,\nThat Mary Hamilton has born a bairn,\nTo the hichest Stewart of a\u2019.\n173B.4 \u2018O rise, O rise, Mary Hamilton,\nO rise, and tell to me\nWhat thou did with thy sweet babe\nWe sair heard weep by thee.\u2019\n173B.5 \u2018Hold your tongue, madame,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018And let your folly be;\nIt was a shouir o sad sickness\nMade me weep sae bitterlie.\u2019\n173B.6 \u2018O rise, O rise, Mary Hamilton,\nO rise, and tell to me\nWhat thou did with thy sweet babe\nWe sair heard weep by thee.\u2019\n173B.7 \u2018I put it in a piner-pig,\nAnd set it on the sea;\nI bade it sink, or it might swim,\nIt should neer come hame to me.\u2019\n173B.8 \u2018O rise,O rise, Mary Hamilton,\nArise, and go with me;\nThere is a wedding in Glasgow town\nThis day we\u2019ll go and see.\u2019\n173B.9 She put not on her black clothing,\nShe put not on her brown,\nBut she put on the glistering gold,\nTo shine thro Edinburgh town.\n173B.10 As they came into Edinburgh town,\nThe city for to see,\nThe bailie\u2019s wife and the provost\u2019s wife\nSaid, Och an alace for thee!\n173B.11 Gie never alace for me,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Gie never alace for me;\nIt\u2019s all for the sake of my poor babe,\nThis death that I maun die.\u2019\n173B.12 As they gaed up the Tolbuith stair,\nThe stair it was sae hie,\nThe bailie\u2019s son and the provost\u2019s son\nSaid, Och an alace for thee!\n173B.13 \u2018Gie never alace for me,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Gie never alace for me!\nIt\u2019s all for the sake of my puir babe,\nThis death I maun die.\n173B.14 \u2018But bring to me a cup,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018A cup bot and a can,\nAnd I will drink to all my friends,\nAnd they\u2019ll drink to me again.\n173B.15 re\u2019s to you all, travellers,\nWho travels by land or sea;\nLet na wit to my father nor mother\nThe death that I must die.\n173B.16 \u2018Here\u2019s to you all, travellers,\nThat travels on dry land;\nLet na wit to my father nor mother\nBut I am coming hame.\n173B.17 \u2018Little did my mother think,\nFirst time she cradled me,\nWhat land I was to travel on,\nOr what death I would die.\n173B.18 \u2018Little did my mother think,\nFirst time she tied my head,\nWhat land I was to tread upon,\nOr whare I would win my bread.\n173B.19 \u2018Yestreen Queen Mary had four Maries,\nThis night she\u2019ll hae but three;\nShe had Mary Seaton, and Mary Beaton,\nAnd Mary Carmichael, and me.\n173B.20 \u2018Yestreen I wush Queen Mary\u2019s feet,\nAnd bore her till her bed;\nThis day she\u2019s given me my reward,\nThis gallows-tree to tread.\n173B.21 \u2018Cast off, cast off my goun,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018But let my petticoat be,\nAnd tye a napkin on my face,\nFor that gallows I downa see.\u2019\n173B.22 By and cum the king himsell,\nLookd up with a pitiful ee:\n\u2018Come down, come down, Mary Hamilton,\nThis day thou wilt dine with me.\u2019\n173B.23 \u2018Hold your tongue, my sovereign leige,\nAnd let your folly be;\nAn ye had a mind to save my life,\nYe should na shamed me here.\u2019\n173C: Mary Hamilton\n173C.1 THERE lived a lord into the west,\nAnd he had dochters three,\nAnd the youngest o them is to the king\u2019s court,\nTo learn some courtesie.\n173C.2 She was not in the king\u2019s court\nA twelvemonth and a day,\nTill she was neither able to sit nor gang,\nWi the gaining o some play.\n173C.3 She went to the garden,\nTo pull the leaf aff the tree,\nTo tak this bonnie babe frae her breast,\nBut alas it would na do!\n173C.4 She rowed it in her handkerchief,\nAnd threw it in the sea:\n\u2018O sink ye, swim ye, wee wee babe!\nYe\u2019ll get nae mair o me.\u2019\n173C.5 Word is to the kitchen gane,\nAnd word is to the ha,\nThat Mary Myle she goes wi child\nTo the highest Steward of a\u2019.\n173C.6 Down and came the queen hersell,\nThe queen hersell so free:\n\u2018O mary Myle, whare is the child\nThat I heard weep for thee?\u2019\n173C.7 \u2018O hold your tongue now, Queen,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018O hold your tongue so free!\nFor it was but a shower o the sharp sickness,\nI was almost like to die.\u2019\n173C.8 \u2018O busk ye, busk ye, Mary Myle,\nO busk, and go wi me;\nO busk ye, busk ye, Mary Mile,\nIt\u2019s Edinburgh town to see.\u2019\n173C.9 \u2018I\u2019ll no put on my robes o black,\nNo nor yet my robes [o] brown;\nBut I\u2019ll put on my golden weed,\nTo shine thro Edinburgh town.\u2019\n173C.10 When she went up the Cannongate-side,\nThe Cannongate-side so free,\nOh there she spied some ministers\u2019 lads,\nCrying Och and alace for me!\n173C.11 \u2018Dinna cry och and alace for me!\nDinna cry o[c]h and alace for me!\nFor it\u2019s all for the sake of my innocent babe\nThat I come here to die.\u2019\n173C.12 When she went up the Tolbooth-stair,\nThe lap cam aff her shoe;\nBefore that she came down again,\nShe was condemned to die.\n173C.13 \u2018O all you gallant sailors,\nThat sail upon the sea,\nLet neither my father nor mother know\nThe death I am to die!\n173C.14 \u2018O all you gallant sailors,\nThat sail upon the faem,\nLet neither my father nor mother know\nBut I am coming hame!\n173C.15 \u2018Little did my mother know,\nThe hour that she bore me,\nWhat lands I was to travel in,\nWhat death I was to die.\n173C.16 \u2018Little did my father know,\nWhen he held up my head,\nWhat lands I was to travel in,\nWhat was to be my deid.\n173C.17 \u2018Yestreen I made Queen Mary\u2019s bed,\nKembed doun her yellow hair;\nIs this the reward I am to get,\nTo tread this gallows-stair!\u2019\n173D: Mary Hamilton\n173D.1 THERE lives a knight into the north,\nAnd he had daughters three;\nThe ane of them was a barber\u2019s wife,\nThe other a gay ladie.\n173D.2 And the youngest of them is to Scotland gane,\nThe queen\u2019s Mary to be,\nAnd a\u2019 that they could say or do,\nForbidden she woudna be.\n173D.3 The prince\u2019s bed it was sae saft,\nThe spices they were sae fine,\nThat out of it she couldna lye\nWhile she was scarse fifteen.\n173D.4 She\u2019s gane to the garden gay\nTo pu of the savin tree;\nBut for a\u2019 that she could say or do,\nThe babie it would not die.\n173D.5 She\u2019s rowed it in her handkerchief,\nShe threw it in the sea;\nSays, Sink ye, swim ye, my bonnie babe!\nFor ye\u2019ll get nae mair of me.\n173D.6 Queen Mary came tripping down the stair,\nWi the gold strings in her hair:\n\u2018O whare\u2019s the little babie,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018That I heard greet sae sair?\u2019\n173D.7 \u2018O hold your tongue, Queen Mary, my dame,\nLet all those words go free!\nIt was mysell wi a fit o the sair colic,\nI was sick just like to die.\u2019\n173D.8 \u2018O hold your tongue, Mary Hamilton,\nLet all those words go free!\nO where is the little babie\nThat I heard weep by thee?\u2019\n173D.9 \u2018I rowed it in my handkerchief,\nAnd threw it in the sea;\nI bade it sink, I bade it swim,\nIt would get nae mair o me.\u2019\n173D.10 \u2018O wae be to thee, Marie Hamilton,\nAnd an ill deid may you die!\nFor if ye had saved the babie\u2019s life\nIt might hae been an honour to thee.\n173D.11 \u2018Busk ye, busk ye, Marie Hamilton,\nO busk ye to be a bride!\nFor I am going to Edinburgh toun,\nYour gay wedding to bide.\n173D.12 \u2018You must not put on your robes of black,\nNor yet your robes of brown;\nBut you must put on your yellow gold stuffs,\nTo shine thro Edinburgh town.\u2019\n173D.13 \u2018I will not put on my robes of black,\nNor yet my robes of brown;\nBut I will put on my yellow gold stuffs,\nTo shine thro Edinburgh town,\u2019\n173D.14 As she went up the Parliament Close,\nA riding on her horse,\nThere she saw many a cobler\u2019s lady,\nSat greeting at the cross.\n173D.15 \u2018O what means a\u2019 this greeting?\nI\u2019m sure its nae for me;\nFor I\u2019m come this day to Edinburgh town\nWeel wedded for to be.\u2019\n173D.16 When she gaed up the Parliament stair,\nShe gied loud lauchters three;\nBut ere that she came down again,\nShe was condemned to die.\n173D.17 \u2018O little did my mother think,\nThe day she prinned my gown,\nThat I was to come sae far frae hame\nTo be hangid in Edinburgh town.\n173D.18 \u2018O what\u2019ll my poor father think,\nAs he comes thro the town,\nTo see the face of his Molly fair\nHanging on the gallows-pin!\n173D.19 \u2018Here\u2019s a health to the marineres,\nThat plough the raging main!\nLet neither my mother nor father know\nBut I\u2019m coming hame again!\n173D.20 \u2018Here\u2019s a health to the sailors,\nThat sail upon the sea!\nLet neither my mother nor father ken\nThat I came here to die!\n173D.21 \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\nThis night she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere was Mary Beaton, and Mary Seaton,\nAnd Mary Carmichael, and me.\u2019\n173D.22 \u2018O hald your tongue, Mary Hamilton,\nLet all those words go free!\nThis night eer ye be hanged\nYe shall gang hame wi me.\u2019\n173D.23 \u2018O hald your tongue, Queen Mary, my dame,\nLet all those words go free!\nFor since I have come to Edinburgh toun,\nIt\u2019s hanged I shall be,\nAnd it shall neer be said that in your court\nI was condemned to die.\u2019\n173E: Mary Hamilton\n173E.1 \u2018MY father was the Duke of York,\nMy mother a lady free,\nMysell a dainty damsell,\nQueen Mary sent for me.\n173E.2 \u2018Yestreen I washd Queen Mary\u2019s feet,\nKam\u2019d down her yellow hair,\nAnd lay a\u2019 night in the young man\u2019s bed,\nAnd I\u2019ll rue t for evermair.\n173E.3 \u2018The queen\u2019s kale was aye sae het,\nHer spice was aye sae fell,\nTill they gart me gang to the young man\u2019s bed,\nAnd I\u2019d a\u2019 the wyte mysell.\n173E.4 \u2018I was not in the queen\u2019s service\nA twelvemonth but barely ane,\nEre I grew as big wi bairn\nAs ae woman could gang.\n173E.5 \u2018But it fell ance upon a day,\nWas aye to be it lane,\nI did take strong travilling\nAs ever yet was seen.\u2019\n173E.6 Ben it came the queen hersell,\nWas a\u2019 gowd to the hair;\n\u2018O where\u2019s the bairn, Lady Maisry,\nThat I heard greeting sair?\u2019\n173E.7 it came the queen hersell,\nWas a\u2019 gowd to the chin:\n\u2018O where\u2019s the bairn, Lady Maisry,\nThat I heard late yestreen.\u2019\n173E.8 \u2018There is no bairn here,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Nor never thinks to be;\n\u2019Twas but a stoun of sair sickness\nThat ye heard seizing me.\u2019\n173E.9 They sought it out, they sought it in,\nThey sought it but and ben,\nBut between the bolster and the bed\nThey got the baby slain.\n173E.10 \u2018Come busk ye, busk ye, Lady Maisdry,\nCome busk, an go with me;\nFor I will on to Edinburgh,\nAnd try the verity.\u2019\n173E.11 She woud not put on the black, the black,\nNor yet wad she the brown,\nBut the white silk and the red scarlet,\nThat shin\u2019d frae town to town.\n173E.12 As she gaed down thro Edinburgh town\nThe burghers\u2019 wives made meen,\nThat sic a dainty damsel\nSud ever hae died for sin.\n173E.13 Make never meen for me,\u2019 she says,\nRR\u2019Mrrake never meen for me;\nSeek never grace frae a graceless face,\nFor that ye\u2019ll never see.\u2019\n173E.14 As she gaed up the Tolbooth stair,\nA light laugh she did gie;\nBut lang ere she came down again\nShe was condemned to die.\n173E.15 \u2018A\u2019 you that are in merchants-ships,\nAnd cross the roaring faem,\nHae nae word to my father and mother,\nBut that I\u2019m coming hame.\n173E.16 \u2018Hold your hands, ye justice o peace,\nHold them a little while!\nFor yonder comes my father and mother,\nThat\u2019s travelld mony a mile.\n173E.17 \u2018Gie me some o your gowd, parents,\nSome o your white monie,\nTo save me frae the head o yon hill,\nYon greenwood gallows-tree.\u2019\n173E.18 \u2018Ye\u2019ll get nane o our gowd, daughter,\nNor nane o our white monie;\nFor we hae travelld mony a mile,\nThis day to see you die.\u2019\n173E.19 \u2018Hold your hands, ye justice o peace,\nHold them a little while!\nFor yonder comes him Warenston,\nThe father of my chile.\n173E.20 \u2018Give me some o your gowd, Warenston,\nSome o your white monie,\nTo save me frae the head o yon hill,\nYon greenwood gallows-tree.\u2019\n173E.21 \u2018I bade you nurse my bairn well,\nAnd nurse it carefullie,\nAnd gowd shoud been your hire, Maisry,\nAnd my body your fee.\u2019\n173E.22 He\u2019s taen out a purse o gowd,\nAnother o white monie,\nAnd he\u2019s tauld down ten thousand crowns,\nSays, True love, gang wi me.\n173F: Mary Hamilton\n173F.1 my father was the Duke of York,\nMy mother a lady free,\nMysel a dainty demosell,\nQueen Mary sent for me.\n173F.2 The queen\u2019s meat, it was sae sweet,\nHer colthing was sae rare,\nIt made me lang for Sweet Willie\u2019s bed,\nAn I\u2019ll rue it ever maer.\n173F.3 Mary Beaton, and Mary Seaton,\nAnd Lady Livinston, three,\nWe\u2019ll never meet in Queen Mary\u2019s bower,\nNow Maries tho ye be.\n173F.4 Queen Mary sat in her bower,\nSewing her silver seam;\nShe thought she heard a baby greet,\nBut an a lady meen.\n173F.5 She threw her needle frae her,\nHer seam out of her hand,\nAn she is on to Lady Mary\u2019s bower,\nAs fast as she could gang.\n173F.6 \u2018Open your door, Lady Mary,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018And lat me come in;\nFor I hear baby greet,\nBut an a lady meen.\u2019\n173F.7 \u2018There is na bab in my bower, madam,\nNor never thinks to be,\nBut the strong pains of gravel\nThis night has seized me.\u2019\n173F.8 She pat her fit to the door,\nBut an her knee,\nBaith of brass and iron bands\nIn flinders she gard flee.\n173F.9 She pat a hand to her bed-head,\nAn ither to her bed-feet,\nAn bonny was the bab\nWas blabbering in its bleed.\n173F.10 \u2018Wae worth ye, Lady Mary,\nAn ill dead sall ye die!\nFor an ye widna kept the bonny bab,\nYe might ha sen\u2019t to me.\u2019\n173F.11 \u2018Lay na the wate on me, madam,\nLay na the wate on me!\nFor my fas love bare the brand at his side\nThat gared my barrine die.\u2019\n173F.12 \u2018Get up, Lady Beaton, get up, Lady Seton,\nAnd Lady Livinstone three,\nAn we will on to Edinburgh,\nAn try this gay lady.\u2019\n173F.13 As she came to the Cannongate,\nThe burgers\u2019 wives they cryed\nHon ohon, ochree! . .\n. . . .\n173F.14 \u2018O had you still, ye burgers\u2019 wives,\nAn make na meen for me;\nSeek never grace of a graceless face,\nFor they hae nane to gie.\n173F.15 \u2018Ye merchants and ye mariners,\nThat trade upon the sea,\nO dinna tell in my country\nThe dead I\u2019m gaen to die!\n173F.16 \u2018Ye merchants and ye mariners,\nThat sail upo the faeme,\nO dinna tell in my country\nBut that I\u2019m comin hame!\n173F.17 \u2018Little did my father think,\nWhan he brought me our the sea,\nThat he wad see me yellow locks\nHang on a gallow\u2019s tree.\n173F.18 \u2018Little did my mither think\nWhan she brought me fra hame,\nThat she maught see my yellow loks\nHan[g] on a gallow-pin.\n173F.19 \u2018O had your hand a while!\n. . .\nFor yonder comes my father,\nI\u2019m sure he\u2019l borrow me.\n173F.20 \u2018O some of your goud, father,\nAn of your well won fee,\nTo save me [frae the high hill]\n[And ] frae the gallow-tree!\u2019\n173F.21 \u2018Ye\u2019s get nane of my goud,\nNor of my well won fee,\nFor I would gie five hundred pown\nTo see ye hangit hie.\u2019\n173F.22 \u2018O had yer hand a while!\n. . .\nYonder is my love Willie,\nSure he will borrow me.\n173F.23 \u2018O some o your goud, my love Willie,\nAn some o yer well won fee,\nTo save me frae the high hill,\nAnd fra the gallow-tree!\u2019\n173F.24 \u2018Ye\u2019s get a\u2019 my goud,\nAnd a\u2019 my well won fee,\nTo save ye fra the headin-hill,\nAnd frae the gallow-tree.\u2019\n173G: Mary Hamilton\n173G.1 O MARY HAMILTON to the kirk is gane,\nWi ribbons in her hair;\nAn the king thoct mair o Marie\nThen onie that were there.\n173G.2 Mary Hamilton\u2019s to the preaching gane,\nWi ribbons on her breast;\nAn the king thocht mair o Marie\nThan he thocht o the priest.\n173G.3 Syne word is thro the palace gane,\nI heard it tauld yestreen,\nThe king loes Mary Hamilton\nMair than he loes his queen.\n173G.4 A sad tale thro the town is gaen,\nA sad tale on the morrow;\nOh Mary Hamilton has born a babe,\nAn slain it in her sorrow!\n173G.5 And down then cam the auld queen,\nGoud tassels tied her hair:\n\u2018What did ye wi the wee wee bairn\nThat I heard greet sae sair?\u2019\n173G.6 \u2018There neer was a bairn into my room,\nAn as little designs to be;\n\u2019Twas but a stitch o my sair side,\nCam owre my fair bodie.\u2019\n173G.7 \u2018Rise up now, Marie,\u2019 quo the queen,\n\u2018Rise up, an come wi me,\nFor we maun ride to Holyrood,\nA gay wedding to see.\u2019\n173G.8 The queen was drest in scarlet fine,\nHer maidens all in green;\nAn every town that they cam thro\nTook Marie for the queen.\n173G.9 But little wist Marie Hamilton,\nAs she rode oure the lea,\nThat she was gaun to Edinbro town\nHer doom to hear and dree.\n173G.10 When she cam to the Netherbow Port,\nShe laughed loud laughters three;\nBut when she reached the gallows-tree,\nThe tears blinded her ee.\n173G.11 \u2018Oh aften have I dressed my queen,\nAn put gowd in her hair;\nThe gallows-tree is my reward,\nAn shame maun be my share!\n173G.12 \u2018Oh aften hae I dressed my queen,\nAn saft saft made her bed;\nAn now I\u2019ve got for my reward\nThe gallows-tree to tread!\n173G.13 \u2018There\u2019s a health to all gallant sailors,\nThat sail upon the sea!\nOh never let on to my father and mither\nThe death that I maun dee!\n173G.14 \u2018An I charge ye, all ye mariners,\nWhen ye sail owre the main,\nLet neither my father nor mither know\nBut that I\u2019m comin hame.\n173G.15 \u2018Oh little did my mither ken,\nThat day she cradled me,\nWhat lands I was to tread in,\nOr what death I should dee.\n173G.16 \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\nThe nicht she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere\u2019s Marie Seaton, an Marie Beaton,\nAn Marie Carmichael, an me.\u2019\n173H: Mary Hamilton\n173H.1 \u2018WHAN I was a babe, and a very little babe,\nAnd stood at my mither\u2019s knee,\nNae witch nor warlock did unfauld\nThe death I was to dree.\n173H.2 \u2018But my mither was a proud woman,\nA proud woman and a bauld;\nAnd she hired me to Queen Mary\u2019s bouer,\nWhen scarce eleven years auld.\n173H.3 \u2018O happy, happy is the maid,\nThat\u2019s born of beauty free!\nIt was my dimpling rosy cheeks\nThat\u2019s been the dule o me;\nAnd wae be to that weirdless wicht,\nAnd a\u2019 his witcherie!\u2019\n173H.4 Word\u2019s gane up and word\u2019s gane doun,\nAn word\u2019s gane to the ha,\nThat Mary Hamilton was wi bairn,\nAn na body kend to wha.\n173H.5 But in and cam the queen hersel,\nWi gowd plait on her hair:\nSays, Mary Hamilton, whare is the babe\nThat I heard greet sae sair?\n173H.6 \u2018There is na babe within my bouer,\nAnd I hope there neer will be;\nBut it\u2019s me wi a sair and sick colic,\nAnd I\u2019m just like to dee.\u2019\n173H.7 But they looked up, they looked down,\nAtween the bowsters and the wa,\nIt\u2019s there they got a bonnie lad-bairn,\nBut its life it was awa.\n173H.8 \u2018Rise up, rise up, Mary Hamilton,\nRise up, and dress ye fine,\nFor you maun gang to Edinbruch,\nAnd stand afore the nine.\n173H.9 \u2018Ye\u2019ll no put on the dowie black,\nNor yet the dowie brown;\nBut ye\u2019ll put on the robes o red,\nTo sheen thro Edinbruch town.\u2019\n173H.10 \u2018I\u2019ll no put on the dowie black,\nNor yet the dowie brown;\nBut I\u2019ll put on the robes o red,\nTo sheen thro Edinbruch town.\u2019\n173H.11 As they gaed thro Edinbruch town,\nAnd down by the Nether-bow,\nThere war monie a lady fair\nSiching and crying, Och how!\n173H.12 \u2018O weep nae mair for me, ladies,\nWeep nae mair for me!\nYestreen I killed my ain bairn,\nThe day I deserve to dee.\n173H.13 \u2018What need ye hech and how, ladies?\nWhat need ye how for me?\nYe never saw grace at a graceless face,\nQueen Mary has nane to gie.\u2019\n173H.14 \u2018Gae forward, gae forward,\u2019 the queen she said,\n\u2018Gae forward, that ye may see;\nFor the very same words that ye hae said\nSall hang ye on the gallows-tree.\u2019\n173H.15 As she gaed up the Tolbooth stairs,\nShe gied loud lauchters three;\nBut or ever she cam down again,\nShe was condemnd to dee.\n173H.16 \u2018O tak example frae me, Maries,\nO tak example frae me,\nNor gie your luve to courtly lords,\nNor heed their witchin\u2019 ee.\n173H.17 \u2018But wae be to the Queen hersel,\nShe micht hae pardond me;\nBut sair she\u2019s striven for me to hang\nUpon the gallows-tree.\n173H.18 \u2018Yestreen the Queen had four Maries,\nThe nicht she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere was Mary Beatoun, Mary Seaton,\nAnd Mary Carmichael, and me.\n173H.19 \u2018Aft hae I set pearls in her hair,\nAft hae I lac\u2019d her gown,\nAnd this is the reward I now get,\nTo be hangd in Edinbruch town!\n173H.20 \u2018O a\u2019 ye mariners, far and near,\nThat sail ayont the faem,\nO dinna let my father and mither ken\nBut what I am coming hame!\n173H.21 \u2018O a\u2019 ye mariners, far and near,\nThat sail ayont the sea,\nLet na my father and mither ken\nThe death I am to dee!\n173H.22 \u2018Sae, weep na mair for me. ladies,\nWeep na mair for me;\nThe mither that kills her ain bairn\nDeserves weel for to dee.\u2019\n173I: Mary Hamilton\n173I.1 MARIE HAMILTON\u2019s to the kirk gane,\nWi ribbons in her hair;\nThe king thought mair o Marie Hamilton\nThan ony that were there.\n173I.2 Marie Hamilton\u2019s to the kirk gane,\nWi ribbons on her breast;\nThe king thought mair o Marie Hamilton\nThen he listend to the priest.\n173I.3 Marie Hamilton\u2019s to the kirk gane,\nWi gloves upon her hands;\nThe king thought mair o Marie Hamilton,\nThan the queen and a\u2019 her lands.\n173I.4 She hadna been about the king\u2019s court\nA month, but barely one,\nTill she was beloved by a\u2019 the king\u2019s court,\nAnd the king the only man.\n173I.5 She hadna been about the king\u2019s court\nA month, but barely three,\nTill frae the king\u2019s court Marie Hamilton,\nMarie Hamilton durstna be.\n173I.6 The king is to the Abbey gane,\nTo pu the Abbey-tree,\nTo scale the babe frae Marie\u2019s heart,\nBut the thing it wadna be.\n173I.7 O she has rowd it in her apron,\nAnd set it on the sea:\n\u2018Gae sink ye, or swim ye, bonny babe!\nYe\u2019s get nae mair o me.\u2019\n173I.8 Word is to the kitchen gane,\nAnd word is to the ha,\nAnd word is to the noble room,\nAmang the ladyes a\u2019,\nThat Marie Hamilton\u2019s brought to bed,\nAnd the bonny babe\u2019s mist and awa.\n173I.9 Scarcely had she lain down again,\nAnd scarcely fa\u2019en asleep,\nWhen up then started our gude queen,\nJust at her bed-feet,\nSaying, Marie Hamilton, where\u2019s your babe?\nFor I am sure I heard it greet.\n173I.10 \u2018O no, O no, my noble queen,\nThink no such thing to be!\n\u2019Twas but a stitch into my side,\nAnd sair it troubles me.\u2019\n173I.11 \u2018Get up, get up, Marie Hamilton,\nGet up and follow me;\nFor I am going to Edinburgh town,\nA rich wedding for to see.\u2019\n173I.12 O slowly, slowly raise she up,\nAnd slowly put she on,\nAnd slowly rode she out the way,\nWi mony a weary groan.\n173I.13 The queen was clad in scarlet,\nHer merry maids all in green,\nAnd every town that they cam to,\nThey took Marie for the queen.\n173I.14 \u2018Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen,\nRide hooly now wi me!\nFor never, I am sure, a wearier burd\nRade in your cumpanie.\u2019\n173I.15 But little wist Marie Hamilton,\nWhen she rade on the brown,\nThat she was gaen to Edinburgh town,\nAnd a\u2019 to be put down.\n173I.16 \u2018Why weep ye so, ye burgess-wives,\nWhy look ye so on me?\nO I am going to Edinburgh town\nA rich wedding for to see!\u2019\n173I.17 When she gaed up the Tolbooth stairs,\nThe corks frae her heels did flee;\nAnd lang or eer she cam down again\nShe was condemnd to die.\n173I.18 When she cam to the Netherbow Port,\nShe laughed loud laughters three;\nBut when she cam to the gallows-foot,\nThe tears blinded her ee.\n173I.19 \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\nThe night she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere was Marie Seaton, and Marie Beaton,\nAnd Marie Carmichael, and me.\n173I.20 \u2018O often have I dressed my queen,\nAnd put gold upon her hair;\nBut now I\u2019ve gotten for my reward\nThe gallows to be my share.\n173I.21 \u2018Often have I dressd my queen,\nAnd often made her bed;\nBut now I\u2019ve gotten for my reward\nThe gallows-tree to tread.\n173I.22 \u2018I charge ye all, ye mariners,\nWhen ye sail ower the faem,\nLet neither my father nor mother get wit\nBut that I\u2019m coming hame!\n173I.23 \u2018I charge ye all, ye mariners,\nThat sail upon the sea,\nLet neither my father nor mother get wit\nThis dog\u2019s death I\u2019m to die!\n173I.24 For if my father and mother got wit,\nAnd my bold brethren three,\nO mickle wad be the gude red blude\nThis day wad be spilt for me!\n173I.25 \u2018O little did my mother ken,\nThat day she cradled me,\nThe lands I was to travel in,\nOr the death I was to die!\u2019\n173J: Mary Hamilton\n173J.1 My mother was a proud, proud woman,\nA proud, proud woman and a bold;\nShe sent me to Queen Marie\u2019s bour,\nWhen scarcely eleven years old.\n173J.2 Queen Marie\u2019s bread it was sae sweet,\nAn her wine it was sae fine,\nThat I hae lien in a young man\u2019s arms,\nAn I rued it aye synsyne.\n173J.3 Queen Marie she cam doon the stair,\nWi the goud kamis in her hair:\n\u2018Oh whare oh whare is the wee wee babe\nI heard greetin sae sair?\u2019\n173J.4 \u2018It\u2019s no a babe, a babie fair,\nNor ever intends to be;\nBut I mysel, wi a sair colic,\nWas seek and like to dee.\u2019\n173J.5 They socht the bed baith up an doon,\nFrae the pillow to the straw,\nAn there they got the wee wee babe,\nBut its life was far awa.\n173J.6 \u2018Come doon, come doon, Marie Hamilton,\nCome doon and speak to me;\n. . . .\n. . . .\n173J.7 \u2018You\u2019ll no put on your dowie black,\nNor yet your dowie broun;\nBut you\u2019ll put on your ried, ried silk,\nTo shine through Edinborough toun.\u2019\n* * * * *\n173J.8 \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\nThe nicht she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere was Marie Bethune, an Marie Seaton,\nAn Marie Carmichael, an me.\n173J.9 \u2018Ah, little did my mother ken,\nThe day she cradled me,\nThe lands that I sud travel in,\nAn the death that I suld dee.\u2019\n173J.10 Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\nThe nicht she has but three;\nFor the bonniest Marie amang them a\u2019\nWas hanged upon a tree.\n173K: Mary Hamilton\n173K.1 QUEEN MARY had four serving-maids,\nAs braw as braw could be,\nBut ane o them has fa\u2019n wi bairn,\nAnd for it she maun die.\n173K.2 But whan the babie it was born,\nA troubled woman was she;\nShe rowed it up in a handkerchief,\nAnd flang it in the sea.\n173K.3 Out then spoke a bonnie wee burd,\nAnd it spak sharp and keen:\n\u2018O what did ye do wi your wee babie,\nYe had in your arms yestreen?\u2019\n173K.4 \u2018O I tyed it up in a napkin,\nAnd flang it in the sea;\nI bade it sink, I bade it soom,\n\u2019Twad get nae mair o me.\u2019\n173K.5 Out and spak King Henrie,\nAnd an angry man was he:\n\u2018A\u2019 for the drowning o that wee babe\nHigh hanged ye shall be.\u2019\n* * * * *\n173K.6 \u2018I\u2019ll no put on a goun o black,\nNor yet a goun o green,\nBut I\u2019ll put on a goun o gowd,\nTo glance in young men\u2019s een.\n173K.7 \u2018O gin ye meet my father or mother,\nYe may tell them frae me,\n\u2019Twas for the sake o a wee wee bairn\nThat I came here to die.\n173K.8 \u2018Yestreen four Maries made Queen Mary\u2019s bed,\nThis nicht there\u2019ll be but three,\nA Mary Beaton, a Mary Seaton,\nA Mary Carmichael, and me.\n173K.9 \u2018O what will my three brithers say,\nWhen they come hame frae see,\nWhen they see three locks o my yellow hair\nHinging under a gallows-tree!\u2019\n173L: Mary Hamilton\n173L.1 DOUN and cam the queen hersell,\nWi the goud links in her hair:\n\u2018O what did ye do wi the braw lad bairn\nThat I heard greet sae sair?\n173L.2 \u2018There was never a babe into my room,\nNor ever intends to be;\nIt was but a fit o the sair colic,\nThat was like to gar me die.\u2019\n173L.3 Doun and cam the king himsell,\nAnd an angry man was he:\n\u2018If ye had saved that braw child\u2019s life,\nIt might hae been an honour to thee.\u2019\n173L.4 They socht the chamer up and doun,\nAnd in below the bed,\nAnd there they fand a braw lad-bairn\nLying lapperin in his blood.\n173L.5 She rowed it up in her apron green,\nAnd threw it in the sea:\n\u2018Een sink or swim, you braw lad bairn!\nYe\u2019ll neer get mair o me.\u2019\n* * * * *\n173L.6 When she gaed up the Cannogate,\nShe gied loud lauchters three;\nBut or she cam to the Cowgate Head\nThe tears did blind her ee.\n173L.7 \u2018Come a\u2019 ye jovial sailors,\nThat sail upon the sea,\nTell neither my father nor mother\nThe death that I\u2019m to die!\n173L.8 \u2018Come a\u2019 ye jovial sailors,\nThat sail upon the main,\nSee that ye tell baith my father and mother\nThat I\u2019m coming sailing hame!\n173L.9 \u2018My father he\u2019s the Duke of York,\nAnd my mother\u2019s a gay ladie,\nAnd I mysell a pretty fair lady,\nAnd the king fell in love with me.\u2019\n173M: Mary Hamilton\n173M.1 THEN down cam Queen Marie,\nWi gold links in her hair,\nSaying, Marie Mild, where is the child,\nThat I heard greet sae sair?\n173M.2 \u2018There was nae child wi me, madam,\nThere was nae child wi me;\nIt was but me in a sair cholic,\nWhen I was like to die.\u2019\n173M.3 \u2018I\u2019m not deceived,\u2019 Queen Marie said,\n\u2018No, no, indeed not I!\nSo Marie Mild, where is the child?\nFor sure I heard it cry.\u2019\n173M.4 She turned down the blankets fine,\nLikewise the Holland sheet,\nAnd underneath, there strangled lay\nA lovely baby sweet.\n173M.5 \u2018O cruel mother,\u2019 said the queen,\n\u2018Some fiend possessed thee;\nBut I will hang thee for this deed,\nMy Marie tho thou be!\u2019\n* * * * *\n173M.6 When she cam to the Netherbow Port\nShe laught loud laughters three;\nBut when she cam to the gallows-foot,\nThe saut tear blinded her ee.\n173M.7 \u2018Yestreen the Queen had four Maries,\nThe night she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere was Marie Seton, and Marie Beaton,\nAnd Marie Carmichael, and me.\n173M.8 \u2018Ye mariners, ye mariners,\nThat sail upon the sea,\nLet not my father or mother wit\nThe death that I maun die!\n173M.9 \u2018I was my parents\u2019 only hope,\nThey neer had ane but me;\nThey little thought when I left hame,\nThey should nae mair me see!\u2019\n173N: Mary Hamilton\n173N.1 THE streen the queen had four Maries,\nThis nicht she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere\u2019s Mary Heaton, an Mary Beaton,\nAn Mary Michel, an me,\nAn I mysel was Mary Mild,\nAn flower oer a\u2019 the three.\n173N.2 Mary\u2019s middle was aye sae neat,\nAn her clothing aye sae fine,\nIt caused her lie in a young man\u2019s airms,\nAn she\u2019s ruet it aye sin syne.\n173N.3 She done her doon yon garden green,\nTo pull the deceivin tree,\nFor to keep back that young man\u2019s bairn,\nBut forward it would be.\n173N.4 \u2018Ye winna put on the dowie black,\nNor yet will ye the broon,\nBut ye\u2019ll put on the robes o red,\nTo shine through Edinburgh toon.\u2019\n173N.5 She hasna pitten on the dowie black,\nNor yet has she the broon,\nBut she\u2019s pitten on the robes o red,\nTo shine thro Edinburgh toon.\n173N.6 When she came to the mariners\u2019 toon,\nThe mariners they were playin,\n. . . .\n. . . .\n173N.7 \u2018Ye needna play for me, mariners,\nYe needna play for me;\nYe never saw grace in a graceless face,\nFor there\u2019s nane therein to be.\n173N.8 \u2018Seven years an I made Queen Mary\u2019s bed,\nSeven years an I combed her hair,\nAn a hansome reward noo she\u2019s gien to me,\nGien me the gallows-tows to wear!\n173N.9 \u2018Oh little did my mither think,\nThe day she cradled me,\nWhat road I\u2019d hae to travel in,\nOr what death I\u2019d hae to dee!\u2019\n173O: Mary Hamilton\n173O.1 THERE lived a lord into the south,\nAnd he had dochters three,\nAnd the youngest o them went to the king\u2019s court,\nTo learn some courtesie.\n173O.2 She rowd it in a wee wee clout\n. . .\n. . . .\n. . . .\n173O.3 She rowd it in a wee wee clout\nAnd flang\u2019t into the faem,\nSaying, sink ye soon, my bonny babe!\nI\u2019ll go a maiden hame.\n173O.4 \u2018O woe be to you, ye ill woman,\nAn ill death may ye die!\nGin ye had spared the sweet baby\u2019s life,\nIt might hae been an honour to thee.\u2019\n173O.5 She wadna put on her gowns o black,\nNor yet wad she o brown,\nBut she wad put on her gowns o gowd,\nTo glance through Embro town.\n173O.6 \u2018Come saddle not to me the black,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Nor yet to me the brown,\nBut come saddle to me the milk-white steed,\nThat I may ride in renown.\u2019\n173P: Mary Hamilton\n173P.1 MY father\u2019s the duke of Argyll,\nMy mither\u2019s a lady gay,\nAnd I mysel am a dainty dame,\nAnd the king desired me.\n173P.2 schawd [me] up, he schawed me doun,\nHe schawd me to the ha;\nHe schawd me to the low cellars,\nAnd that was waurst of a\u2019.\n173Q: Mary Hamilton\n173Q.1 THE Duke of York was my father,\nMy mother a lady free,\nMyself a dainty damosell,\nQueen Marie sent for me.\n173Q.2 The queen\u2019s meat it was sae sweet,\nHer cleiding it was sae rare,\nIt gart me grien for sweet Willie,\nAnd I\u2019ll rue it evermair.\n173R: Mary Hamilton\n173R.1 LITTLE did my mother think,\nThat day she cradled me,\nWhat land I was to travel in,\nOr what death I should die!\n173[S]: Mary Hamilton\n173[S].1 There lived a lord into the South,\nAn he had daughters three;\nThe youngest o them\u2019s gaen to the king\u2019s court,\nTo learn some courtesie.\n173[S.2] She had na been in the king\u2019s court\nA twelvemonth an a day,\nWhen word is thro the kitchen gaen,\nAn likewise thro the ha,\nThat Mary Moil was gane wi child\nTo the highest steward of a\u2019.\n173[S.3] She rowd it into a basket\nAn flang \u2019t into the sea,\nSaying, Sink ye soon, my bonny babe,\nYe\u2019se neer get mair o me.\n173[S.4] She rowd it into a basket\nAn flang \u2019t into the faem,\nSaying, Sink ye soon, my bonny babe,\nI\u2019se gang a maiden hame.\n173[S.5] O whan the news cam to the king\nAn angry man was he;\nHe has taen the table wi his foot,\nAn in flinders gart it flie.\n173[S.6] \u2018O woe be to you, ye ill woman,\nAn ill death may ye die!\nGin ye had spared the sweet baby\u2019s life,\nIt might have been an honour to thee.\n173[S.7] \u2018O busk ye, busk ye, Mary Moil,\nO busk, and gang wi me,\nFor agen the morn at ten o clock\nA rare sight ye sall see.\u2019\n173[S.8] She wadna put on her gown o black,\nNor yet wad she o brown,\nBut she wad put on her gown o gowd,\nTo glance thro Embro town.\n173[S.9] O whan she cam to the Netherbow Port\nShe gied loud laughters three,\nBut whan she cam to the gallows-foot\nThe tear blinded her ee.\n173[S.10] Saying, O ye mariners, mariners,\nThat sail upon the sea,\nLet not my father nor mother to wit\nThe death that I maun die.\n173[S.11] \u2018For little did father or mother wit,\nThe day they cradled me,\nWhat foreign lands I should travel in,\nOr what death I should die.\n173[S.12] \u2018Yestreen the Queen had four Maries,\nThe night she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere was Mary Seton, an Mary Beaton,\nAn Mary Carmichael, an me.\u2019\n173[T]: Mary Hamilton\n173[T].1 There was a duke, and he dwelt in York,\nAnd he had daughters three;\nOne of them was an hostler-wife,\nAnd two were gay ladies.\n173[T.2] O word\u2019s gane to Queen Mary\u2019s court,\nAs fast as it coud gee,\nThat Mary Hamilton\u2019s born a bairn,\nAnd the baby they coud na see.\n173[T.3] Then came the queen and a\u2019 her maids,\nSwift tripping down the stair:\n\u2018Where is the baby, Mary,\nThat we heard weep sae sair?\u2019\n173[T.4] \u2018O say not so, Queen Mary,\nNor bear ill tales o me,\nFor this is but a sore sickness\nThat oft times troubles me.\u2019\n173[T.5] They sought it up, they sought it down,\nThey sought it below the bed,\nAnd there the[y] saw the bonny wee babe,\nLying wallowing in its bluid.\n173[T.6] \u2018Now busk ye, busk ye, Mary Hamilton,\nBusk ye and gang wi me,\nFor I maun away to Edinbro town,\nA rich wedding to see.\u2019\n173[T.7] Mary wad na put on the black velvet,\nNor yet wad put on the brown,\nBut she\u2019s put on the red velvet,\nTo shine thro Edinbro town.\n173[T.8] When she came unto the town,\nAnd near the Tolbooth stair,\nThere stood many a lady gay,\nWeeping for Mary fair.\n173[T.9] \u2018O haud yeer tongue[s], ye ladys a\u2019,\nAnd weep na mair for me!\nO haud yeer tongues, ye ladys a\u2019,\nFor it\u2019s for my fault I dee.\n173[T.10] \u2018The king he took me on his knee\nAnd he gae three drinks to me,\nAnd a\u2019 to put the babie back,\nBut it wad na gang back for me.\n173[T.11] \u2018O ye mariners, ye mariners a\u2019,\nThat sail out-owr the sea,\nLet neither my father nor mother get wit\nWhat has become o me!\n173[T.12] \u2018Let neither my father nor mother ken,\nNor my bauld brethren three,\nFor muckle wad be the gude red bluid\nThat wad be shed for me.\n173[T.13] \u2018Aft hae I laced Queen Mary\u2019s back,\nAft hae I kaimed her hair,\nAnd a\u2019 the reward she\u2019s gein to me \u2019s\nThe gallows to be my heir.\n173[T.14] \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Marys,\nThe night she\u2019l hae but three;\nThere was Mary Seatoun, and Mary Beatoun,\nAn Mary Carmichal, an me.\u2019\n173[U]: Mary Hamilton\n173[U].1 \u2018My father was the Duke of York,\nMy mother a gay ladye,\nAnd I myself a daintie dame;\nThe queen she sent for me.\n173[U.2] \u2018But the queen\u2019s meat it was sae sweet,\nAnd her clothing was sae rare,\nIt made me long for a young man\u2019s bed,\nAnd I rued it evermair.\u2019\n173[U.3] But worid is up, and word is down,\nAmang the ladyes a\u2019,\nThat Marie\u2019s born a babe sin yestreen,\nThat babe it is awa.\n173[U.4] But the queen she gat wit of this,\nShe calld for a berry-brown gown,\nAnd she\u2019s awa to Marie\u2019s bower,\nThe bower that Marie lay in.\n173[U.5] \u2018Open your door, my Marie,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018My bonny and fair Marie;\nThey say you have born a babe sin yestreen,\nThat babe I fain wad see.\u2019\n173[U.6] \u2018It is not sae wi me, madam,\nIt is not sae wi me;\nIt is but a fit of my sair sickness,\nThat oft times troubles me.\u2019\n173[U.7] \u2018Get up, get up, my Marie,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018My bonny and fair Marie,\nAnd we\u2019ll away to Edinburgh town,\nAnd try the verity.\u2019\n173[U.8] Slowly, slowly, gat she up,\nAnd slowly pat she on,\nAnd slowly went she to that milk-steed,\nTo ride to Edinburgh town.\n173[U.9] But when they cam to Edinburgh,\nAnd in by the Towbooth stair,\nThere was mony a virtuous ladye\nLetting the tears fa there.\n173[U.10] \u2018Why weep ye sae for me, madams?\nWhy weep ye sae for me?\nFor sin ye brought me to this town\nThis death ye gar me die.\u2019\n173[U.11] When she cam to the Netherbow Port,\nShe gae loud laughters three;\nBut when she cam to the gallows-foot\nThe tear blinded her ee.\n173[U.12] \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\nThe night she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere was Marie Seton, and Marie Beatoun,\nAnd Marie Carmichael, and me.\n173[U.13] \u2018My love he was a pottinger,\nMony drink he gae me,\nAnd a\u2019 to put back that bonnie babe,\nBut alas! it wad na do.\n173[U.14] \u2018I pat that bonny babe in a box,\nAnd set it on the sea;\nO sink ye, swim ye, bonny babe!\nYe\u2019s neer get mair o me.\n173[U.15] \u2018O all ye jolly sailors,\nThat sail upon the sae,\nLet neither my father nor mother ken\nThe death that I maun die.\n173[U.16] \u2018But if my father and mother kend\nThe death that I maun die,\nO mony wad be the good red guineas\nThat wad be gien for me.\u2019\n173[V]: Mary Hamilton\n173[V].1 \u2018My father was the Duke of York,\nMy mother the gay ladie,\nAn I myself a maiden bright,\nAn the queen desired me.\u2019\n173[V.2] But there word gane to the kitchen,\nThere\u2019s word gane to the ha,\nThat Mary mild she gangs wi child\nTo the uppermost stewart of a\u2019.\n173[V.3] Than they sought but, and they sou[ght] ben,\nThey sought aneath the bed,\nAn there the fand the bonnie lad-bairn,\nLyin lappin in his blood.\n173[V.4] \u2018Gae buss ye, Marie Hamilton,\nGae buss ye, buss ye bra,\nFor ye maun away to Edin[brough] town,\nThe queen\u2019s birthday . . \u2019.\u2019\n173[V.5] She wadna put on her black, bla[ck] silk,\nNor wad she put on the brown,\nBut she pat on the glisterin stufs,\nTo glister in Edinbrough town.\n173[V.6] An whan she cam to the water-gate\nLoud laughters gae she three,\nBut whan she cam to the Netherbow Port\nThe tear blinded Marie\u2019s ee\n173[V.7] \u2019Twas up than spak Queen Marie\u2019s nurse,\nAn a sorry woman was she:\n\u2018Whae sae clever o fit and ready o wit\nHas telld sic news o thee!\u2019\n173[V.8] \u2018Oft have I Queen Marie\u2019s head\nOft have I caimd her hair,\nAn a\u2019 the thanks I\u2019ve gotten for that\nIs the gallows to be my heir!\n173[V.9] \u2018Oft have I dressd Queen Marie\u2019s head,\nAn laid her in her bed,\nAn a\u2019 the thanks I\u2019ve gotten for that\nIs the green gallows-tree to tread!\n173[V.10] \u2018O spare, O spare, O judge,\u2019 she cried,\n\u2018O spair a day for me!\u2019\n\u2018There is nae law in our land, ladie,\nTo let a murderer be.\u2019\n173[V.11] \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\nThe night she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere was Marie Seaton, and Ma[rie] Bea[ton],\nAn Marie Carmichael, an me.\n173[V.12] \u2018O if my father now but kend\nThe death that I\u2019m to die,\nO muckle, muckle wad be the red gowd\nThat he wad gie for me.\n173[V.13] \u2018An if my brothers kend the death\nThat I am now to die,\nO muckle, muckle wad be the red blood\nThat wad be shed for me.\u2019\n173[W]: Mary Hamilton\n173[W].1 There lived a man in the North Countree\nAnd he had doghters three;\nThe youngest o them\u2019s to Edinbourgh gaen,\nAne o the queen\u2019s Marys to be.\n173[W.2] Queen Mary\u2019s bread it was sae white,\nAnd her wine it ran sae clear,\nIt shewed her the way to the butler\u2019s bed,\nAnd I wait she\u2019s bought dear.\n173[W.3] For Mary\u2019s to the garden gaen,\nTo eat o the saven tree,\nAnd a\u2019 \u2019s to pit her young son back,\nBut back he wad na be.\n173[W.4] So Mary\u2019s to her chamber gaen,\n. . . . . . .\n. . . . . . .\n. . . . . . .\n173[W.5] Queen Mary she came down the stair,\nAnd a\u2019 her maids afore her:\n\u2018Oh, Mary Miles, where is the child\nThat I have heard greet sae sore O?\u2019\n173[W.6] \u2018There is no child with me, madam,\nThere is no child with me;\nIt was only a bit of a cholick I took,\nAnd I thought I was gawen to dee.\u2019\n173[W.7] So they looked up, and they looked down,\nAnd they looked beneath the bed-foot,\nAnd there they saw a bonnie boy,\nLying weltering in his blood.\n173[W.8] . . . . . . . .\n. . . . . . . .\n\u2018Since that you have killed your own dear child,\nThe same death you shall dee.\u2019\n173[W.9] When Mary came afore the court,\nA loud laugh laughed she;\nBut when she came to the [gallows-]fit\nThe tear blinded her ee.\n* * * * * * *\n173[W.10] \u2018O wha will comb Queen Mary\u2019s heed?\nOr wha will brade her hair?\nAnd wha will lace her middle sae jimp\nWhan [I] am nae langer there?\n173[W.11] \u2018Yestreen the queen [had] four Maries,\nThe night she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere was Mary Seaten, and Mary Beaten,\nAnd Mary Carmichal, and me.\n* * * * * * *\n173[W.12] \u2018I\u2019ll not put on my robes of black,\nNor yet my robes of brown,\nBut I\u2019ll put on a shining braw garb,\nThat will shine thro Edinbourgh town.\u2019\n* * * * * * *\n173[W.13] Oh, whan she came to the Cannongate,\nThe Cannongate sae hee,\nThere mony a lord and belted knight\nWas grieved for her beautee.\n* * * * * * *\n173[W.14] And whan she came to [the] Hee Town,\nThe Hee Town sae hee,\n* * * * * * *\n173[X]: Mary Hamilton\n173[X].1 There livd a lord in the West Country,\nAnd he had daughters three;\nThe youngest o them\u2019s to the queen\u2019s court,\nTo learn some courtesy.\n173[X.2] She hadna been at the queen\u2019s court\nA year but and a day\nTill she has fa\u2019n as big wi child,\nAs big as she coud gae.\n173[X.3] She\u2019s gane into the garden\nTo pu the sycamore tree,\nAnd taen the bony bairn in her arms\nAnd thrown it in the sea.\n173[X.4] She rowd it in her apron\nAnd threw it in the sea:\n\u2018Gae sink or soom, my bony sweet babe,\nYe\u2019ll never get mair o me.\u2019\n173[X.5] Then in an came Queen Mary,\nWi gowd rings on her hair:\n\u2018O Mary mild, where is the child\nThat I heard greet sae sair?\u2019\n173[X.6] \u2018It wasna a babe, my royal liege,\nLast night that troubled me,\nBut it was a fit o sair sickness,\nAnd I was lyken to dee.\u2019\n173[X.7] \u2018O hold yere tongue, Mary Hamilton,\nSae loud as I hear ye lee!\nFor I\u2019ll send you to Enbro town,\nThe verity to see.\u2019\n173[X.8] She wadna put on the ribbons o black,\nNor yet wad she the brown,\nBut she wad put on the ribbons o gowd,\nTo gae glittring through Enbro town.\n173[X.9] As she rade up the Sands o Leith,\nRiding on a white horse,\nO little did she think that day\nTo die at Enbro Corss!\n173[X.10] As she rade up the Cannongate,\nShe leugh loud laughters three,\nAnd mony a lord and lady said,\n\u2018Alas for that lady!\u2019\n173[X.11] \u2018Ye needna say Oh, ye needna cry Eh,\nAlas for that lady!\nYe\u2019ll neer see grace in a graceless face,\nAs little ye\u2019ll see in me.\u2019\n173[X.12] When she came to the Netherbow Port,\nShe leugh loud laughters three,\nBut ere she came to the gallows-foot\nThe tear blinded her eie;\nSaying, Tye a white napkin owr my face,\nFor that gibbet I downa see.\n173[X.13] \u2018O hold yere hand, Lord Justice!\nO hold it a little while!\nI think I see my ain true-love\nCome wandring mony a mile.\n173[X.14] \u2018O have ye brought me ony o my gowd?\nOr ony o my weel-won fee?\nOr are ye come to see me hangd,\nUpon this gallows-tree?\u2019\n173[X.15] \u2018O I hae brought ye nane o yere gowd,\nNor nane o yere weel-won fee,\nBut I am come to see ye hangd,\nAnd hangit ye shall be.\u2019\n173[X.16] \u2018O all ye men and mariners,\nThat sail for wealth or fame,\nLet never my father or mother get wit\nBut what I\u2019m coming hame.\n173[X.17] \u2018O all ye men and mariners,\nThat sail upon the sea,\nLet never my father or mother get wit\nThe death that I maun dee.\n173[X.18] \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\nThe night she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere was Mary Seaton, and Mary Beaton,\nAnd Mary Carmichael, and me.\u2019\n173[Y]: Mary Hamilton\n173[Y].1 \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Marys,\nThe night she\u2019ll hae but three;\nShe had Mary Beaton, and Mary Seaton,\nAnd Mary Carmichael, and me.\n173[Y.2] \u2018My feather was the Duke of York,\nMy mother a gay lady,\nAnd I mysell a bonnie young may,\nAnd the king fell in love we me.\n173[Y.3] \u2018The king\u2019s kisses they were so sweet,\nAnd his wine it was so strong,\nThat I became a mother\nBefore fifteen years old.\u2019\n173[Y.4] \u2018O tell the truth now, Mary,\nAnd sett this matter right;\nWhat hae ye made o the babey\nWas greeting yesternight?\u2019\n173[Y.5] \u2018O I will tell you, madam the queen,\nI winna tell a lie;\nI put it in a bottomless boat\nAnd bad it sail the sea.\u2019\n173[Y.6] \u2018Ye lie, ye lie now, Mary,\nSae loud\u2019s I hear you lie!\nYou wasnae out o the palace,\nSo that coud never be.\u2019\n173[Y.7] \u2018Weel I will tell you, madam,\nThough it should gar me weep;\nI stabbd it we my little pen-knife,\nAnd bad it take a sleep.\u2019\n173[Y.8] When she came up the Netherbow,\nShe geed loud laughters three;\nBut when she came out o the Parliament Close\nThe tear blinded her ee.\n173[Y.9] \u2018O little does my feather ken\nThe death I am to die,\nOr muckel wad be the red, red gould\nWad be payed doun for me.\n173[Y.10] \u2018O little does my mother think\nThe death that I am to die,\nOr monie wad be the saut, saut tears\nThat she wad shed for me.\n173[Y.11] \u2018O never lett my brothers ken\nThe death that I am to die,\nFor muckel wad be the red, red blood\nThat wad be shed for me.\n173[Y.12] \u2018Aft hae I washd the king\u2019s bonnie face,\nKaimd doun his yellow hair,\nAnd this is a\u2019 the reward he\u2019s geen me,\nThe gallows to be my share.\u2019\n173[Z]: Mary Hamilton\n173[Z].1 \u2018Buss ye, bonny Marie Hamilton,\nBuss and gae wi me,\nFor ye maun gae to Edinborough,\nA great wedding to see.\u2019\n173[Z.2] \u2018Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen,\nRide hooly now wi me,\nFor never, I\u2019m sure, a wearier bride\nRode in your cumpany.\u2019\n173[Z.3] Little wist Marie Hamilton,\nWhen she rode on the brown,\nThat she was gawn to Edinborough,\nAnd a\u2019 to be put down.\n173[Z.4] When she came to the Council stairs,\nShe ga loud laughters three;\nBut or that she came down again\nShe was condemmd to dee.\n173[Z.5] \u2018O ye mariners, mariners, mariners,\nWhen ye sail oer the faem,\nLet never my father nor mother to wit\nBut I\u2019m just coming hame.\n173[Z.6] \u2018Let never my father nor mother to wit,\nNor my bauld brether[en] three,\nOr meckle wad be the red, red gowd\nThis day be gien for me.\n173[Z.7] \u2018Let never my father or mother to wit,\nNor my bauld brethren three,\nOr meckle war the red, red blude\nThis day wad fa for me.\u2019\n173[Aa]: Mary Hamilton\n173[Aa].1 Oft hae I kaimd Queen Mary\u2019s head,\nAn oft hae I curld her hair,\nAn now I hae gotten for my reward\nA gallows to be heir.\u2019\n173[Bb]: Mary Hamilton\n173[Bb].1 Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\nBut the nicht she\u2019ll hae but three;\nThere was Mary Beaton, and Mary Seaton,\nAnd Mary Carmichell, and me.\n173[Bb.2] Oh little did my mither think,\nAt nicht when she cradled me,\nThat I wad sleep in a nameless grave\nAnd hang on the gallows-tree.\nYestreen, etc.\n173[Bb.3] They\u2019ll tie a kerchief round my een,\nAnd they\u2019ll na let me see t\u2019 dee,\nAnd they\u2019ll spread my story thro a\u2019 the land,\nTill it reaches my ain countrie.\n173[Bb.4] I wish I micht sleep in the auld kirkyard,\nBeneath the hazel tree,\nWhere aft we played in the long simmer nichts,\nMy brithers and sisters and me.","title":"The Child Ballads: 173. Mary Hamilton","type":"page"}