"Sae, weep na mair for me, ladies, Weep na mair for me, The mither that kills her ain bairn, Deserves weel for to dee." 90 * * * * * * * * 34. Anciently the supreme criminal court of Scotland was composed of nine members, viz. the Justiciar, or Justice General, and his eight Deputes. KINLOCH. MARY HAMILTON. See p 113. Maidment's _North Countrie Garland_, p. 19. Then down cam Queen Marie Wi' gold links in her hair, Saying, "Marie mild, where is the child, That I heard greet sair sair?" "There was nae child wi' me, madam, 5 There was nae child wi' me; It was but me in a sair cholic, When I was like to die." "I'm not deceived," Queen Marie said, "No, no, indeed, not I! 10 So Marie mild, where is the child? For sure I heard it cry." She turned down the blankets fine, Likewise the Holland sheet, And underneath, there strangled lay 15 A lovely baby sweet. "O cruel mother," said the Queen, "Some fiend possessed thee; But I will hang thee for this deed, My Marie tho' thou be!" 20 * * * * * * When she cam to the Nether-Bow Port, She laugh't loud laughters three; But when she cam to the gallows foot, The saut tear blinded her ee. "Yestreen the Queen had four Maries, 25 The night she'll hae but three; There was Marie Seton, and Marie Beaton, And Marie Carmichael and me. "Ye mariners, ye mariners, That sail upon the sea, 30 Let not my father or mother wit The death that I maun die. "I was my parents' only hope, They ne'er had ane but me; They little thought when I left hame, 35 They should nae mair me see!" SIR HUGH, OR THE JEW'S DAUGHTER. See p. 136. From Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. 51; taken down from recitation. Yesterday was brave Hallowday, And, above all days of the year, The schoolboys all got leave to play, And little Sir Hugh was there. He kicked the ball with his foot, 5 And kepped it with his knee, And even in at the Jew's window He gart the bonnie ba' flee. Out then came the Jew's daughter,-- "Will ye come in and dine?" 10 "I winna come in and I canna come in Till I get that ball of mine. "Throw down that ball to me, maiden, Throw down the ball to me." "I winna throw down your ball, Sir Hugh, 15 Till ye come up to me." She pu'd the apple frae the tree, It was baith red and green, She gave it unto little Sir Hugh, With that his heart did win. 20