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  • 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
  • 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