And whatten penance will ye dree for that, Edward, Edward? Whatten penance will ye dree
for that? My dear son, now tell me, O. Ill set my feet in yonder boat, Mither, mither; Ill set my f eet in
yonder boat, And Ill fare over the sea, O.
And what will ye do wi your towrs and your ha, Edward, Edward? And what will ye do wi
your towrs and your ha, That were sae fair to see, O? Ill let them stand till they doun fa, Mither, mither; Ill
let them stand till they doun fa, For here never mair maun I be, O.
And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife, Edward, Edward? And what will ye leave
to your bairns and your wife, When ye gang owre the sea, O? The warlds room: let them beg through
life, Mither, mither; The warlds room: let them beg through life; For them never mair will I see, O.
And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear, Edward, Edward? And what will ye leave to
your ain mither dear, My dear son, now tell me, O? The curse of hell frae me sall ye bear, Mither, mither, The
curse of hell frae me sall ye bear: Sic counsels ye gave to me, O!
MARIE HAMILTONS to the kirk gane, Wi ribbons in her hair; The king thought mair o Marie
Hamilton Than ony that were there.
Marie Hamiltons to the kirk gane Wi ribbons on her breast; The King thought mair o Marie
Hamilton Than he listend to the priest.
Marie Hamiltons to the kirk gane, Wi gloves upon her hands; The King thought mair o Marie
Hamilton Than the Queen and a her lands.
She hadna been about the Kings court A month, but barely one, Till she was beloved by a
the Kings court And the King the only man.
She hadna been about the Kings court A month, but barely three, Till frae the Kings court
Marie Hamilton, Marie Hamilton durstna be.
The King is to the Abbey gane, To pu the Abbey tree, To scale the babe frae Maries heart; But
the thing it wadna be.
O she has rowd1 it in her apron, And set it on the sea Gae sink ye or swim ye, bonny babe, Yese
get nae mair o me.
Word is to the kitchen gane, And word is to the ha, And word is to the noble room Amang the
ladies a, That Marie Hamiltons brought to bed, And the bonny babes missd and awa.
Scarcely had she lain down again, And scarcely faen asleep, When up and started our gude
Queen Just at her bed-feet; SayingMarie Hamilton, wheres your babe? For I am sure I heard it greet.2
O no, O no, my noble Queen! Think no sic thing to be; Twas but a stitch into my side, And
sair it troubles me!
Get up, get up, Marie Hamilton: Get up and follow me; For I am going to Edinburgh town, A
rich wedding for to see.
O slowly, slowly rase she up, And slowly put she on; And slowly rade she out the way Wi mony
a weary groan.
The Queen was clad in scarlet, Her merry maids all in green; And every town that they cam
to, They took Marie for the Queen.
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