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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345609" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Queen's Marie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MARIE HAMILTON 's to the kirk gane, <br> Wi' ribbons in her hair; <br>The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton <br> Than ony that were there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gane <br> Wi' ribbons on her breast; <br>The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton <br> Than he listen'd to the priest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gane, <br> Wi' gloves upon her hands; <br>The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton <br> Than the Queen and a' her lands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadna been about the King's court <br> A month, but barely one, <br>Till she was beloved by a' the King's court <br> And the King the only man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadna been about the King's court <br> A month, but barely three, <br>Till frae the King's court Marie Hamilton, <br> Marie Hamilton durstna be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King is to the Abbey gane, <br> To pu' the Abbey tree, <br>To scale the babe frae Marie's heart; <br> But the thing it wadna be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O she has row'd it in her apron, <br> And set it on the sea-- <br>'Gae sink ye or swim ye, bonny babe, <br> Ye'se get nae mair o' me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Word is to the kitchen gane, <br> And word is to the ha', <br>And word is to the noble room <br> Amang the ladies a', <br>That Marie Hamilton 's brought to bed, <br> And the bonny babe 's miss'd and awa'. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scarcely had she lain down again, <br> And scarcely fa'en asleep, <br>When up and started our gude Queen <br> Just at her bed-feet; <br>Saying--'Marie Hamilton, where 's your babe? <br> For I am sure I heard it greet.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O no, O no, my noble Queen! <br> Think no sic thing to be; <br>'Twas but a stitch into my side, <br> And sair it troubles me!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Get up, get up, Marie Hamilton: <br> Get up and follow me; <br>For I am going to Edinburgh town, <br> A rich wedding for to see.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O slowly, slowly rase she up, <br> And slowly put she on; <br>And slowly rade she out the way <br> Wi' mony a weary groan. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Queen was clad in scarlet, <br> Her merry maids all in green; <br>And every town that they cam to, <br> They took Marie for the Queen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen, <br> Ride hooly now wi' me! <br>For never, I am sure, a wearier burd <br> Rade in your companie.'-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But little wist Marie Hamilton, <br> When she rade on the brown, <br>That she was gaen to Edinburgh town, <br> And a' to be put down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why weep ye so, ye burgess wives, <br> Why look ye so on me? <br>O I am going to Edinburgh town, <br> A rich wedding to see.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she gaed up the tolbooth stairs, <br> The corks frae her heels did flee; <br>And lang or e'er she cam down again, <br> She was condemn'd to die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she cam to the Netherbow port, <br> She laugh'd loud laughters three; <br>But when she came to the gallows foot <br> The tears blinded her e'e. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yestreen the Queen had four Maries, <br> The night she'll hae but three; <br>There was Marie Seaton, and Marie Beaton, <br> And Marie Carmichael, and me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O often have I dress'd my Queen <br> And put gowd upon her hair; <br>But now I've gotten for my reward <br> The gallows to be my share. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Often have I dress'd my Queen <br> And often made her bed; <br>But now I've gotten for my reward <br> The gallows tree to tread. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I charge ye all, ye mariners, <br> When ye sail owre the faem, <br>Let neither my father nor mother get wit <br> But that I'm coming hame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I charge ye all, ye mariners, <br> That sail upon the sea, <br>That neither my father nor mother get wit <br> The dog's death I'm to die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For if my father and mother got wit, <br> And my bold brethren three, <br>O mickle wad be the gude red blude <br> This day wad be spilt for me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O little did my mother ken, <br> The day she cradled me, <br>The lands I was to travel in <br> Or the death I was to die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous">Anonymous</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345609" data-title="The Queen's Marie de Anonymous" data-description="MARIE HAMILTON 's to the kirk gane, Wi' ribbons in her hair; The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton Than ony that were there. 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