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