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
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
