Текст (слова) песни: Celtic Folk - Mary Hamilton

Mary Hamilton
trad.
Word is to the kitchen gone and word is to the hall,
And word is up to Madam the Queen and that is the worst of all.
That Mary Hamilton`s born a child, to the highest Stuart of all.
"Arise,arise Mary Hamilton, Arise and tell to me,
What hast thou done with thy wee baby I heard and I saw weep by thee ?"
"I put him in a tiny boat, and cast him out to sea,
That he might sink or he might swim, but he`d never come back to me."
"Arise, arise Mary Hamilton, Arise and come with me;
There is a wedding in Glasgow town, this night we`ll go and see."
She put not on her robes of black nor her robes of brown.
But she put on her robes of white,to ride into Glasgow town.
And as she rode into Glasgow town the city for to see,
The baliff`s wife and the provosts wife cried "ach and alas for thee."
"Ah you need not weep for me," she cried,"you need not weep for me.
For had I not slain my own wee babe this night I would not die."
"Ah little did my mother think when first she cradled me,
The lands I was to travel to and the death I was to die."
"Last night I washed the Queen`s feet and put the gold in her hair,
And the only reward I find for this is the gallows to be my share."
"Cast off,cast off my gown," she cried,"but let my petticoat be,
And tie a napkin `round my face;The gallows I would not see."
Then by and by came the King himself, looked up with a pitiful eye,
"Come down, come down Mary Hamilton, Tonight, you`ll dine with me."
"Ah hold your tongue, my soverign leige, and let your folly be;
For if you`d a mind to save my life, you`d never have shamed me here."
"Last night there were four Marys,tonight there`ll be but three.
There was Mary Beaton and Mary Seaton and Mary Carmichael and Me."

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Celtic Folk - Mary Hamilton Mary Hamilton trad. Word is to the kitchen gone and word is to the hall, And word is up to Madam the Queen and that is the worst of all. That Mary Hamilton`s born a child, to the highest Stuart of all. "Arise,arise Mary Hamilton, Arise and tell to me, What hast thou done with thy wee baby I heard and I saw weep by thee ?" "I put him in a tiny boat, and cast him out to sea, That he might sink or he might swim, but he`d never come back to me." "Arise, arise Mary Hamilton, Arise and come with me; There is a wedding in Glasgow town, this night we`ll go and see." She put not on her robes of black nor her robes of brown. But she put on her robes of white,to ride into Glasgow town. And as she rode into Glasgow town the city for to see, The baliff`s wife and the provosts wife cried "ach and alas for thee." "Ah you need not weep for me," she cried,"you need not weep for me. For had I not slain my own wee babe this night I would not die." "Ah little did my mother think when first she cradled me, The lands I was to travel to and the death I was to die." "Last night I washed the Queen`s feet and put the gold in her hair, And the only reward I find for this is the gallows to be my share." "Cast off,cast off my gown," she cried,"but let my petticoat be, And tie a napkin `round my face;The gallows I would not see." Then by and by came the King himself, looked up with a pitiful eye, "Come down, come down Mary Hamilton, Tonight, you`ll dine with me." "Ah hold your tongue, my soverign leige, and let your folly be; For if you`d a mind to save my life, you`d never have shamed me here." "Last night there were four Marys,tonight there`ll be but three. There was Mary Beaton and Mary Seaton and Mary Carmichael and Me." Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Mary Hamilton: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/42392.html Все тексты песен: Celtic Folk » Celtic Folk - Oidhche Mhath Leibh » Celtic Folk - The Flower Of Scotland » Celtic Folk - Blowing In The Wind » Celtic Folk - Uist Tramping Song » Celtic Folk - Dont Call Me Early In The Morning » Celtic Folk - Fiach Mchugh » Celtic Folk - The Dowie Dens O` Yarrow » Celtic Folk - The Skye Boat Song » Celtic Folk - Summer Road » Celtic Folk - Mist Covered Mountains » Celtic Folk - Bonnie Banks O` Loch Lomond » Celtic Folk - Scarborough Fair » Celtic Folk - Both Sides The Tweed » Celtic Folk - Athen Rye » Celtic Folk - Heading For Halifax » Celtic Folk - Heavy Water Plant Song » Celtic Folk - Banks Of Newfoundland » Celtic Folk - Air Fol Lol Lol Lo » Celtic Folk - Come Awa Hame Laddy » Celtic Folk - Auld Lang Syne Рекомендуем скачать: » Беретта - Странный ты » Белый Орел - Атлантика » Бобков Слава - Посадка на рейс » Борис Вахнюк - Свобода » Борис Бурда - Рекламная песня » Борис Бляхман - Мне говорят, что отрекусь... » Бригадный подряд - Трезвость » Би-2 - Сердце » Борис Рубашкин - Чижик » Бригадный подряд - Не хочу! » Борис Вахнюк - Немыслимый, желанный чертов круг... » Белый Орел - Слепой сын » Борис Бурда - Монолог заядлого туриста » Башаков бэнд - Птица Феникс » Белый день - Соловушка » Б.Моисеев - Туда и обратно » Булат Окуджава - В Барабанном переулке барабанщики живут... » Борис Вайханский - Романс Идолища Заморского » Борис Гордон - На Транссибирке все вокзалы... » Братья Грим - Ресницы
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