Cifras
Mary Hamilton

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Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the hall,
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And word is up to Madam the Queen
          C                            G7                    C  
And that is the worst of all.
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That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe, to the highest Stuart of all.
  C                                            F         C                                                         G7  
"Arise, arise Mary Hamilton, arise and tell to me,
             F                      G7                    C                 Am            C                                 G7              C  
What thou hast done with thy wee babe I saw and heard weep by thee?"
  C                                    F         C                                                                 G7  
"I put him in a tiny boat, and cast him out to sea,
             F                    G7              C                    Am                                 C                         G7              C  
That he might sink or he might swim, but he'd never come back to me."
  C                                            F         C                                                              G7  
"Arise, arise Mary Hamilton, arise and come with me 
                F         G7                      C                 Am                      C                            G7            C  
There is a wedding in Glasgow town, this night we'll go and see."
C                                              F                    C                                                         G7  
She put not on her robes of black, nor her robes of brown.
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But she put on her robes of white, to ride into Glasgow town.
C                                                    F                 C                                                    G7  
And as she rode into Glasgow town the city for to see,
          F                      G7                            C                      Am                         C                 G7                 C  
The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife cried "ach and alas for thee."
C                                                                 F                    C                                                                         G7  
"Ah you need not weep for me," she cried,"you need not weep for me.
                     F            G7                 C                 Am                    C                 G7                    C  
For had I not slain my own wee babe this night I would not die."
C                                         F              C                                                                         G7  
Ah little did my mother think when first she cradled me,
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The lands I was to travel in and the death I was to die."
C                                                            F                 C                                                                         G7  
Last night I washed the Queen's feet and put the gold in her hair,
                     F         G7                 C                    Am                         C                         G7         C  
And the only reward I find for this is the gallows to be my share."
C                                                         F                         C                                                                      G7  
"Cast off, cast off my gown," she cried,"but let my petticoat be,
          F            G7              C                    Am                    C                      G7                    C  
And tie a napkin 'round my face  the gallows I would not see."
C                                                    F                 C                                                                              G7  
Then by and come the King himself, looked up with a pitiful eye,
                F                         G7                    C         Am            C                                      G7                    C  
"Come down, come down Mary Hamilton, tonight, you will dine with me."
  C                                                            F                      C                                                                 G7  
"Ah hold your tongue, my sovereign liege, and let your folly be 
                  F                 G7              C                 Am                         C                         G7                    C  
For if you'd a mind to save my life, you'd never have shamed me here.
C                                                                    F    C                                                                      G7  
Last night there were four Marys, tonight there'll be but three.
                          F         G7                      C         Am                      C                 G7                         C  
There was Mary Beaton and Mary Seaton and Mary Carmichael and me."