Murison Manuscript, p. 33; from recitation at Old Deer,
1876.
| 1 |
The streen the queen had four Maries,
This nicht she'll hae but three;
There's Mary Heaton, an Mary Beaton,
An Mary Michel, an me,
An I mysel was Mary Mild,
An flower oer a' the three. |
| 2 |
Mary's middle was aye sae neat,
An her clothing aye sae fine,
It caused her lie in a young man's airms,
An she's ruet it aye sin syne. |
| 3 |
She done her doon yon garden green,
To pull the deceivin tree,
For to keep back that young man's bairn,
But forward it would be. |
| 4 |
'Ye winna put on the dowie black,
Nor yet will ye the broon,
But ye'll put on the robes o red,
To shine through Edinburgh toon.' |
| 5 |
She hasna pitten on the dowie black,
Nor yet has she the broon,
But she's pitten on the robes o red,
To shine thro Edinburgh toon. |
| 6 |
When she came to the mariners' toon,
The mariners they were playin,
. . . .
. . . . |
| 7 |
'Ye needna play for me, mariners,
Ye needna play for me;
Ye never saw grace in a graceless face,
For there's nane therein to be. |
| 8 |
'Seven years an I made Queen Mary's bed,
Seven years an I combed her hair,
An a hansome reward noo she's gien to me,
Gien me the gallows-tows to wear! |
| 9 |
'Oh little did my mither think,
The day she cradled me,
What road I'd hae to travel in,
Or what death I'd hae to dee!' |
