The Queen's Marie Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gane	A
Wi' ribbons in her hair	B
The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton	A
Than ony that were there	B
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Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gane	A
Wi' ribbons on her breast	C
The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton	A
Than he listen'd to the priest	D
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Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gane	A
Wi' gloves upon her hands	E
The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton	A
Than the Queen and a' her lands	E
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She hadna been about the King's court	F
A month but barely one	A
Till she was beloved by a' the King's court	F
And the King the only man	A
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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	A
Marie Hamilton durstna be	G
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The King is to the Abbey gane	A
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 row'd it in her apron	A
And set it on the sea	G
'Gae sink ye or swim ye bonny babe	I
Ye'se get nae mair o' me '	-
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Word is to the kitchen gane	A
And word is to the ha'	J
And word is to the noble room	K
Amang the ladies a'	L
That Marie Hamilton 's brought to bed	M
And the bonny babe 's miss'd and awa'	N
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Scarcely had she lain down again	A
And scarcely fa'en asleep	O
When up and started our gude Queen	A
Just at her bed feet	P
Saying 'Marie Hamilton where 's your babe	I
For I am sure I heard it greet '	-
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'O no O no my noble Queen	A
Think no sic thing to be	G
'Twas but a stitch into my side	Q
And sair it troubles me '	-
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'Get up get up Marie Hamilton	A
Get up and follow me	G
For I am going to Edinburgh town	A
A rich wedding for to see '	-
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O slowly slowly rase she up	R
And slowly put she on	A
And slowly rade she out the way	N
Wi' mony a weary groan	A
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The Queen was clad in scarlet	S
Her merry maids all in green	A
And every town that they cam to	T
They took Marie for the Queen	A
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'Ride hooly hooly gentlemen	A
Ride hooly now wi' me	G
For never I am sure a wearier burd	U
Rade in your companie '	-
	-
But little wist Marie Hamilton	A
When she rade on the brown	A
That she was gaen to Edinburgh town	A
And a' to be put down	A
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'Why weep ye so ye burgess wives	V
Why look ye so on me	G
O I am going to Edinburgh town	A
A rich wedding to see '	-
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When she gaed up the tolbooth stairs	W
The corks frae her heels did flee	G
And lang or e'er she cam down again	A
She was condemn'd to die	X
	-
When she cam to the Netherbow port	F
She laugh'd loud laughters three	G
But when she came to the gallows foot	Y
The tears blinded her e'e	G
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'Yestreen the Queen had four Maries	W
The night she'll hae but three	G
There was Marie Seaton and Marie Beaton	A
And Marie Carmichael and me	G
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'O often have I dress'd my Queen	A
And put gowd upon her hair	B
But now I've gotten for my reward	Z
The gallows to be my share	B
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'Often have I dress'd my Queen	A
And often made her bed	M
But now I've gotten for my reward	Z
The gallows tree to tread	M
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'I charge ye all ye mariners	W
When ye sail owre the faem	G
Let neither my father nor mother get wit	A2
But that I'm coming hame	G
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'I charge ye all ye mariners	W
That sail upon the sea	G
That neither my father nor mother get wit	A2
The dog's death I'm to die	X
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'For if my father and mother got wit	A2
And my bold brethren three	G
O mickle wad be the gude red blude	A2
This day wad be spilt for me	G
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'O little did my mother ken	A
The day she cradled me	G
The lands I was to travel in	A
Or the death I was to die	A2

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