Mary HamiltonWord is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the HallAnd word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the w
orst of allThat Mary Hamilton has borne a babeTo the highest Stuart of allOh rise, arise Mary HamiltonArise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babeI saw and heard weep by theeI put him in a tiny boatAnd cast him out to seaThat he m
ight sink or he might swimBut he'd never come back to meOh rise arise Mary HamiltonArise and come with meThere is a weddin
g in Glasgow townThis night we'll go and seeShe put not on her robes of blackNor her robes of brownBut she put on her rob
es of whiteTo ride into Glasgow townAnd as she rode into Glasgow townThe city for to seeThe bailiff's wife and the provost
's wifeCried Alack and alas for theeYou need not weep for me she criedYou need not week for meFor had I not slain my own w
ee babeThis death I would not deeOh little did my mother thinkWhen first she cradled meThe lands I was to travel inAnd th
e death I was to deeLast night I washed the Queen's feetAnd put the gold in her hairAnd the only reward I find for thisThe
gallows to be my shareCast off cast off my gown she criedBut let my petticoat beAnd tie a napkin round my faceThe gallows
I would not seeThen by them come the king himselfLooked up with a pitiful eyeCome down come down Mary HamilltonTonight yo
u will dine with meOh hold your tongue my sovereign liegeAnd let your folly beFor if you'd a mind to save my lifeYou'd nev
er have shamed me hereLast nig