Mary Hamilton

Joan Baez2013年7月2日
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Mary Hamilton - Joan Baez (瓊·貝茲)

Word is to the kitchen gone

 

And word is to the Hall

 

And word is up to Madam the Queen

And that's the worst of all

 

That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe

 

To the highest Stuart of all

 

Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton

 

Arise and tell to me

 

What thou hast done with thy wee babe

 

I saw and heard weep by thee

 

I put him in a tiny boat

 

And cast him out to sea

 

That he might sink or he might swim

 

But he'd never come back to me

 

Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton

 

Arise and come with me

 

There is a wedding in Glasgow town

 

This night we'll go and see

 

She put not on her robes of black

Nor her robes of brown

 

But she put on her robes of white

 

To ride into Glasgow town

 

And as she rode into Glasgow town

 

The city for to see

 

The bailiff's wife

And the provost's wife

 

Cried Alack and alas for thee

 

You need not weep for me she cried

 

You need not week for me

 

For had I not slain my own wee babe

This death I would not dee

Oh little did my mother think

 

When first she cradled me

 

The lands I was to travel in

 

And the death I was to dee

 

Last night I washed the Queen's feet

 

And put the gold in her hair

 

And the only reward I find for this

 

The gallows to be my share

 

Cast off cast off my gown she cried

 

But let my petticoat be

 

And tie a napkin round my face

 

The gallows I would not see

 

Then by them come the king himself

 

Looked up with a pitiful eye

 

Come down come down Mary Hamillton

 

Tonight you will dine with me

 

Oh hold your tongue my sovereign liege

And let your folly be

 

For if you'd a mind to save my life

 

You'd never have shamed me here

 

Last night there were four marys

Tonight there'll be but three

 

It was Mary Beaton and Mary Seton

And Mary Carmichael and me

 

***歌詞來自第三方***

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