ANONYMOUS
The Queen was clad in scarlet, Her merry maids all in green;
And every town that they cam to, They took Marie for the Queen.
- Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen,
Ride hooly now wi' me'
For never, I am sure, a wearier burd Rade in your companie.'
But little wist Marie Hamilton, When she rade on the brown,
That she was gaen to Edinburgh, And a' to be put down.
'Why weep ye so, ye burgess wives,
Why look ye so on me ? O I am going to Edinburgh town,
A rich wedding to see.'
When she gaed up the Tolbooth stairs, The corks frae her heels did flee;
And lang or e'er she cam down again, She was condemn'd to die.
When she cam to the Netherbow port, She laugh'd loud laughters three;
But when she cam to the gallows foot The tears blinded her e'e.
hooly] g-ently.
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