Mary Hamilton
No: 173; variant: 173O
- THERE lived a lord into the south,
And he had dochters three,
And the youngest o them went to the king's court,
To learn some courtesie.
- She rowd it in a wee wee clout
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- She rowd it in a wee wee clout
And flang't into the faem,
Saying, sink ye soon, my bonny babe!
I'll go a maiden hame.
- 'O woe be to you, ye ill woman,
An ill death may ye die!
Gin ye had spared the sweet baby's life,
It might hae been an honour to thee.'
- She wadna put on her gowns o black,
Nor yet wad she o brown,
But she wad put on her gowns o gowd,
To glance through Embro town.
- 'Come saddle not to me the black,' she says,
'Nor yet to me the brown,
But come saddle to me the milk-white steed,
That I may ride in renown.'