Let na my father and mither ken,
The death I am to dee.

"Sae, weep na mair for me, ladies,

Weep na mair for me,

The mither that kills her ain bairn,

Deserves weel for to dee."

MARY HAMILTON. See p 113.

Maidment's North Countrie Garland, p. 19.

THEN down cam Queen Marie
Wi' gold links in her hair,

Saying, "Marie mild, where is the child,
That I heard greet sair sair?"

"There was nae child wi' me, madam,

There was nae child wi' me;

It was but me in a sair cholic,
When I was like to die."

"I'm not deceived," Queen Marie said,

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No, no, indeed, not I!

So Marie mild, where is the child?

For sure I heard it cry."

She turned down the blankets fine,

Likewise the Holland sheet,

And underneath, there strangled lay
A lovely baby sweet.

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"O cruel mother," said the Queen,
"Some fiend possessed thee;
But I will hang thee for this deed,
My Marie tho' thou be!"

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When she cam to the Nether-Bow Port,
She laugh't loud laughters three;
But when she cam to the gallows foot,

The saut tear blinded her ee.

"Yestreen the Queen had four Maries,

The night she'll hae but three;

There was Marie Seton, and Marie Beaton,
And Marie Carmichael and me.

"Ye mariners, ye mariners,

That sail upon the sea,

Let not my father or mother wit
The death that I maun die.

"I was my parents' only hope, They ne'er had ane but me;

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They little thought when I left hame,
They should nae mair me see!"

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SIR HUGH, OR THE JEW'S DAUGHTER.

See p. 136.

From Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 51; taken down from recitation.

YESTERDAY was brave Hallowday,
And, above all days of the year,
The schoolboys all got leave to play,
And little Sir Hugh was there.

He kicked the ball with his foot,
And kepped it with his knee,
And even in at the Jew's window
He gart the bonnie ba' flee.

Out then came the Jew's daughter,—

"Will ye come in and dine?"

"I winna come in and I canna come in

Till I get that ball of mine.

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"Throw down that ball to me, maiden,

Throw down the ball to me."

"I winna throw down your ball, Sir Hugh,

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Till ye come up to me."

She pu'd the apple frae the tree,

It was baith red and green,

She gave it unto little Sir Hugh,

With that his heart did win.

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She wiled him into ae chamber,

She wiled him into twa,

She wiled him into the third chamber,

And that was warst o't a'.

She took out a little penknife,

Hung low down by her spare,

She twined this young thing o' his life,
And a word he ne'er spak mair.

And first came out the thick, thick blood,

And syne came out the thin,

And syne came out the bonnie heart's blood,

There was nae mair within.

She laid him on a dressing table,

She dress'd him like a swine,

Says, "Lie ye there, my bonnie Sir Hugh,

Wi' ye're apples red and green!"

She put him in a case of lead,

Says, "Lie ye there and sleep!”

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She threw him into the deep draw-well

Was fifty fathom deep.

A schoolboy walking in the garden

Did grievously hear him moan,

He ran away to the deep draw-well
And fell down on his knee.

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Says, "Bonnie Sir Hugh, and pretty Sir Hugh, 45

I

pray you speak to me;

If you speak to any body in this world,

I pray you speak to me."