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MAEX HAMILTON. 123
Queen Mary came tripping down the stair, Wi' the gold strings in her hair:
" O whare's the little babie," she says, " That I heard greet sae sair ? "
" 0 hald your tongue, Queen Mary, my dame, Let all those words go free; 26
It was mysell wi' a fit o' the sair colic, I was sick just like to die."
" 0 hald your tongue, Mary Hamilton, Let all those words go free ; so
0 where is the little babie That I heard weep by thee ? "
" I rowed it in my handkerchief, And threw it in the sea ;
1 bade it sink, I bade it swim, ss It would get nae mair o' me."
" 0 wae be to thee, Mary Hamilton,
And an ill deid may you die ; For if you had saved the babie's life,
It might hae been an honour to thee. #'
" Busk ye, busk ye, Mary Hamilton,
0 busk ye to be a bride; For I am going to Edinburgh town
Your gay wedding to bide. |
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