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'. 30 "Rise up, rise up, Mary Hamilton, Rise up, and dress ye fine, For you maun gang to Edinbruch, And stand afore the nine.[L34] "Ye'll no put on the dowie black, 35 Nor yet the dowie brown; But ye'll put on the robes o' red, To sheen thro' Edinbruch town." "I'll no put on the dowie black, Nor yet the dowie brown; 40 But I'll put on the robes o' red, To sheen thro' Edinbruch town." As they gaed thro' Edinbruch town, And down by the Nether-bow, There war monie a lady fair 45 Siching and crying, "Och how!" "O weep na mair for me, ladies, Weep na mair for me; Yestreen I killed my ain bairn, The day I deserve to dee. 50 "What need ye hech! and how! ladies, What need ye how! for me; Ye never saw grace at a graceless face,-- Queen Mary has nane to gie." "Gae forward, gae forward," the Queen she said, "Gae forward, that ye may see; 55 For the very same words that ye hae said, Sall hang ye on the gallows tree." As she gaed up the Tolbooth stairs, She gied loud lauchters three; 60 But or ever she cam down again, She was condemn'd to dee. "O tak example frae me, Maries, O tak example frae me, Nor gie your luve to courtly lords, 65 Nor heed their witchin' ee. "But wae be to the Queen hersel, She micht hae pardon'd me; But sair she's striven for me to hang Upon the gallows tree. 70 "Yestreen the Queen had four Maries, The nicht she'll hae but three; There was Mary Beatoun, Mary Seaton, And Mary Carmichael, and me. "Aft hae I set pearls in her hair, 75 Aft hae I lac'd her gown, And this is the reward I now get, To be hang'd in Edinbruch town! "O a' ye mariners, far and near, That sail ayont the faem, 80 O dinna let my father and mither ken, But what I am coming hame. "O a' ye mariners, far and near, That sail ayont the sea, Let na my father and mither ken, 85 The death I am to dee.