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THE QUEEN'S MARIE.
'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 raise she up,
And slowly put she on ; And slowly rode 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.
" Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen,
Ride hooly now wi' me! For never, I am sure, a wearier burd
Rade in your cumpanie."—
But little wist Marie Hamilton, "When she rade on the brown,
That she was ga'en to Edinburgh town, And a' to be put down.
" Why weep ye so, ye burgess wives,
"Why look ye so on me ? 0 I am going to Edinburgh town,
A rich wedding for to see."— |
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