Mary Hamilton
Doun and cam the queen hersell,
Wi the goud links in her hair:
‘O what did you do wi the braw lad bairn
That I heard greet sae sair?’
‘There was never a babe into my room,
Nor ever intends to be;
It was but a fit o the sair colic,
That was like to gar me die.’
Doun and cam the king himsell,
And an angry man was he:
‘If ye had saved that braw child's life,
It might hae been an honour to thee.’
They socht the chamer up and doun,
And in below the bed,
And there they fand a braw lad-bairn
Lying lapperin in his blood.
She rowed it up in her apron green,
And threw it in the sea:
‘Een sink or swim, you braw lad bairn!
Ye 'll neer get mair o me.’
When she gaed up the Cannogate,
She gied loud lauchters three;
But or she cam to the Cowgate Head
The tears did blind her ee.
‘Come a' ye jovial sailors,
That sail upon the sea,
Tell neither my father nor mother
The death that I 'm to die!
‘Come a' ye jovial sailors,
That sail upon the main,
See that ye tell baith my father and mother
That I 'm coming sailing hame!
‘My father he 's the Duke of York,
And my mother 's a gay ladie,
And I mysell a pretty fair lady,
And the king fell in love with me.’
Wi the goud links in her hair:
‘O what did you do wi the braw lad bairn
That I heard greet sae sair?’
‘There was never a babe into my room,
Nor ever intends to be;
It was but a fit o the sair colic,
That was like to gar me die.’
Doun and cam the king himsell,
And an angry man was he:
‘If ye had saved that braw child's life,
It might hae been an honour to thee.’
They socht the chamer up and doun,
And in below the bed,
And there they fand a braw lad-bairn
Lying lapperin in his blood.
She rowed it up in her apron green,
And threw it in the sea:
‘Een sink or swim, you braw lad bairn!
Ye 'll neer get mair o me.’
When she gaed up the Cannogate,
She gied loud lauchters three;
But or she cam to the Cowgate Head
The tears did blind her ee.
‘Come a' ye jovial sailors,
That sail upon the sea,
Tell neither my father nor mother
The death that I 'm to die!
‘Come a' ye jovial sailors,
That sail upon the main,
See that ye tell baith my father and mother
That I 'm coming sailing hame!
‘My father he 's the Duke of York,
And my mother 's a gay ladie,
And I mysell a pretty fair lady,
And the king fell in love with me.’
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