Mary Hamilton

Joan Baez2012年7月3日


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