Mary Hamilton歌词

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 has borne a babe

To the highest stuart of all



Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton

Arise and tell to me

What thou hast done with thy wee babe

I saw and heard weep by thee



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



Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton

Arise and come with me

There is a wedding in Glasgow town

This night we'll go and see



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



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



Oh you need not weep for me she cried

You need not week for me

For had I not slain my own wee babe

This death I would not dee



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



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



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



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



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



Last night there were four Marys

Tonight there'll be but three

It was Mary Beaton and Mary Seton

And Mary Carmichael and me