The Queen's Marie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC BDBE BABA FBFB FGBG BGHG BGIG BJKLMN BOBPIP BGQG BGBG RBNB SBTB BGUB BBBB AGBG AGBV FGWG AGBG BCXC BMXM AGYG AGYV YGYG BGBY| Child vi Border Minstrelsy | A |
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| Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane | B |
| Wi ribbons in her hair | C |
| The king thought mair o Marie Hamilton | B |
| Than ony that were there | C |
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| Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane | B |
| Wi ribbons on her breast | D |
| The king thought mair o Marie Hamilton | B |
| Than he listend to the priest | E |
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| Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane | B |
| Wi gloves upon her hands | A |
| The king thought mair o Marie Hamilton | B |
| Than the queen and a' her lands | A |
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| She hadna been about the king's court | F |
| A month but barely one | B |
| Till she was beloved by a' the king's court | F |
| And the king the only man | B |
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| She hadna been about the king's court | F |
| A month but barely three | G |
| Till frae the king's court Marie Hamilton | B |
| Marie Hamilton durst na be | G |
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| The king is to the Abbey gane | B |
| To pu the Abbey tree | G |
| To scale the babe frae Marie's heart | H |
| But the thing it wadna be | G |
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| O she has rowd it in her apron | B |
| And set it on the sea | G |
| Gae sink ye or swim ye bonny babe | I |
| Ye's get na mair o me | G |
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| Word is to the kitchen gane | B |
| And word is to the ha | J |
| And word is to the noble room | K |
| Amang the ladyes a' | L |
| That Marie Hamilton's brought to bed | M |
| And the bonny babe's mist and awa | N |
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| Scarcely had she lain down again | B |
| And scarcely faen asleep | O |
| When up then started our gude queen | B |
| Just at her bed feet | P |
| Saying Marie Hamilton where's your babe | I |
| For I am sure I heard it greet | P |
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| O no O no my noble queen | B |
| Think no such thing to be | G |
| 'Twas but a stitch into my side | Q |
| And sair it troubles me | G |
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| Get up get up Marie Hamilton | B |
| Get up and follow me | G |
| For I am going to Edinburgh town | B |
| A rich wedding for to see | G |
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| O slowly slowly raise she up | R |
| And slowly put she on | B |
| And slowly rode she out the way | N |
| Wi mony a weary groan | B |
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| The queen was clad in scarlet | S |
| Her merry maids all in green | B |
| And every town that they cam to | T |
| They took Marie for the queen | B |
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| Ride hooly hooly gentlemen | B |
| Ride hooly now wi' me | G |
| For never I am sure a wearier burd | U |
| Rade in your cumpanie | B |
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| But little wist Marie Hamilton | B |
| When she rade on the brown | B |
| That she was ga'en to Edinburgh town | B |
| And a' to be put down | B |
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| Why weep ye so ye burgess wives | A |
| Why look ye so on me | G |
| O I am going to Edinburgh town | B |
| A rich wedding for to see | G |
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| When she gaed up the Tolbooth stairs | A |
| The corks frae her heels did flee | G |
| And lang or eer she cam down again | B |
| She was condemned to die | V |
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| When she cam to the Netherbow Port | F |
| She laughed loud laughters three | G |
| But when she cam to the gallows foot | W |
| The tears blinded her ee | G |
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| Yestreen the queen had four Maries | A |
| The night she'll hae but three | G |
| There was Marie Seaton and Marie Beaten | B |
| And Marie Carmichael and me | G |
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| O often have I dressd my queen | B |
| And put gold upon her hair | C |
| But now I've gotten for my reward | X |
| The gallows to be my share | C |
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| Often have I dressd my queen | B |
| And often made her bed | M |
| But now I've gotten for my reward | X |
| The gallows tree to tread | M |
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| I charge ye all ye mariners | A |
| When ye sail ower the faem | G |
| Let neither my father nor mother get wit | Y |
| But that I'm coming hame | G |
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| I charge ye all ye mariners | A |
| That sail upon the sea | G |
| Let neither my father nor mother get wit | Y |
| This dog's death I'm to die | V |
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| For if my father and mother got wit | Y |
| And my bold brethren three | G |
| O mickle wad be the gude red blude | Y |
| This day wad be spilt for me | G |
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| O little did my mother ken | B |
| The day she cradled me | G |
| The lands I was to travel in | B |
| Or the death I was to die | Y |
Andrew Lang
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