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116 THE QUEEN'S MA.KIE.
She hadna been about the King's court
A month, but barely three, Till frae the King's court Marie Hamilton,
Marie Hamilton durstna be. a>
The King is to the Abbey gane,
To pu' the Abbey free, To scale the babe frae Marie's heart;
But'the thing it wadna be.
0 she has row'd it in her apron, a
And set it on the sea,— " Gae sink ye, or swim ye, bonny babe,
Ye's 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 ladyes a', That Marie Hamilton's brought to bed,
And the bonny babe's mist and awa'.
Scarcely had she lain down again, ss
And scarcely fa'en asleep, "WTien up then started our gude Queen,
Just at her bed-feet; Saying—" Marie Hamilton, where's your babe ?
For I am sure I heard it greet."— 40
" 0 no, O no, my noble Queen ! Think no such thing to be ;