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MART HAMILTON. |
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" But my mither was a proud woman, «
A proud woman and a bauld ; And she hired me to Queen Mary's bouer
When scarce eleven years auld.
" O happy, happy, is the maid,
That's born of beauty free! 10
It was my dimpling rosy cheeks
That's been the dule 6' me; And wae be to that weirdloss wicht,
And a' his witcherie."
Word's gane up and word's gane doun, 15
And word's gane to the ha', That Mary Hamilton was wi' bairn,
And na body ken'd to wha.
But in and cam the Queen hersel,
Wi' gowd plait on her hair;— 20
Says, " Mary Hamilton, whare is the babe
That I heard greet sae sair ? "
" There is na babe within my bouer,
And I hope there ne'er will be ; But it's me wi' a sair and sick colic, 25
And I'm just like to dee."
But they looked up, they looked down,
Atween the bowsters and the wa', It's there they got a bonnie lad-bairn,
But it's life it was awa'. 3°
" Else up, rise up, Mary Hamilton, Rise up, and dress ye fine, , |
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