Joan Baez - Mary Hamilton Lyrics
Mary HamiltonWord is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the HallAnd word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of allThat Mary Hamilton has borne a babeTo the highest Stuart of allOh rise, arise Mary HamiltonArise and tell to meWhat thou hast done with thy wee babeI saw and heard weep by theeI put him in a tiny boatAnd cast him out to seaThat he might sink or he might swimBut he'd never come back to meOh rise arise Mary HamiltonArise and come with meThere is a wedding in Glasgow townThis night we'll go and seeShe put not on her robes of blackNor her robes of brownBut she put on her robes of whiteTo ride into Glasgow townAnd as she rode into Glasgow townThe city for to seeThe bailiff's wife and the provost's wifeCried Alack and alas for theeYou need not weep for me she criedYou need not week for meFor had I not slain my own wee babeThis death I would not deeOh little did my mother thinkWhen first she cradled meThe lands I was to travel inAnd the death I was to deeLast night I washed the Queen's feetAnd put the gold in her hairAnd the only reward I find for thisThe gallows to be my shareCast off cast off my gown she criedBut let my petticoat beAnd tie a napkin round my faceThe gallows I would not seeThen by them come the king himselfLooked up with a pitiful eyeCome down come down Mary HamilltonTonight you will dine with meOh hold your tongue my sovereign liegeAnd let your folly beFor if you'd a mind to save my lifeYou'd never have shamed me hereLast nig