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  • 作词 : Joan Baez
    作曲 : Joan Baez
    Mary Hamilton
    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
    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
    And 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 Hamillton
    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
    T'was Mary Beaton nd Mary Seton
    And Mary Carmichael and me.
  • 作词 : Joan Baez
    作曲 : Joan Baez
    Mary Hamilton
    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
    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
    And 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 Hamillton
    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
    T'was Mary Beaton nd Mary Seton
    And Mary Carmichael and me.