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. III 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. IV She hadna been about the King’s court A month, but barely ane, Till she was beloved by a’ the King’s court, And the King the only man. V 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. VI The King is to the Abbey gane, To pu’ the Abbey tree, To scale[516] the babe frae Marie’s heart; But the thing it wadna be. VII O she has row’d[517] 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.’ VIII 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’. IX 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[518].’-- X ‘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!’-- XI ‘Get up, get up, Marie Hamilton: Get up and follow me; For I am going to Edinburgh town, A rich wedding for to see.’ XII O slowly, slowly rase she up, And slowly put she on; And slowly rade she out the way Wi’ mony a weary groan. XIII 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. XIV ‘Ride hooly[519], hooly, gentlemen, Ride hooly now wi’ me! For never, I am sure, a wearier burd Rade in your companie.’ XV But little wist Marie Hamilton, When she rade on the brown, That she was gaen to Edinburgh town, And a’ to be put down. XVI ‘Why weep ye sae, ye burgess wives, Why look ye sae on me? O I am going to Edinburgh town, A rich weddìng to see.’ XVII When she gaed up the tolbooth stairs, The corks frae her heels did flee; And lang or e’er she cam down again, She was condemn’d to die. XVIII When she cam to the Netherbow port, She laugh’d loud laughters three; But when she came to the gallows foot The tears blinded her e’e. XIX ‘Yestreen the Queen had four Maries, The night she’ll hae but three; There was Marie Seaton, and Marie Beaton, And Marie Carmichael, and me. XX