The sair, O sair, his mind misgave, And all his heart was wae: 'Put on, put on, my wighty men, Sae fast as ye can gae. 'Put on, put on, my wighty men, Sae fast as ye can drie! For he that 's hindmost o' the thrang Sall ne'er get good o' me.' Then some they rade, and some they ran, Out-owre the grass and bent; But ere the foremost could win up, Baith lady and babes were brent. And after the Gordon he is gane, Sae fast as he might drie; And soon i' the Gordon's foul heart's blude He 's wroken his dear ladye. town] stead. buskit] attired. wud] mad. grund-wa'] ground-wall. jimp] slender, trim. row] roll, wrap. Busk and boun] trim up and prepare to go. freits] ill omens. lowe] flame. wighty] stout, doughty. Ballads and Songs By Unknown Authors. 17th Cent. 375. The Queen's Marie MARIE HAMILTON 's to the kirk gane, Wi' ribbons in her hair; The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton Than ony that were there. Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gane Wi' ribbons on her breast; The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton Than he listen'd to the priest. Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gane, Wi' gloves upon her hands; The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton Than the Queen and a' her lands. She hadna been about the King's court A month, but barely one, Till she was beloved by a' the King's court And the King the only man. 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. The King is to the Abbey gane, To pu' the Abbey tree, To scale the babe frae Marie's heart; But the thing it wadna be. O she has row'd it in her apron, And set it on the sea-- 'Gae sink ye or swim ye, bonny babe, Ye'se 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 ladies a', That Marie Hamilton 's brought to bed, And the bonny babe 's miss'd and awa'. Scarcely had she lain down again, And scarcely fa'en asleep, When up and started our gude Queen Just at her bed-feet; Saying--'Marie Hamilton, where 's your babe? For I am sure I heard it greet.' 'O no, O no, my noble Queen! Think no sic thing to be; '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 rase she up, And slowly put she on; And slowly rade 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 companie.'-- But little wist Marie Hamilton, When she rade on the brown, That she was gaen to Edinburgh town, And a' to be put down.