"You must not put on your robes of black,45
Nor yet your robes of brown;
But you must put on your yellow gold stuffs,
To shine thro' Edinburgh town."
"I will not put on my robes of black,
Nor yet my robes of brown;50
But I will put on my yellow gold stuffs,
To shine thro' Edinburgh town."
As she went up the Parliament Close,
A riding on her horse,
There she saw many a burgess' lady55
Sit greeting at the cross.
"O what means a' this greeting?
I'm sure it's nae for me;
For I'm come this day to Edinburgh town,
Weel wedded for to be."60
When she gade up the Parliament stair,
She gied loud lauchters three;
But ere that she had come down again,
She was condemned to die.
"O little did my mother think,65
The day she prinned my gown,
That I was to come sae far frae hame
To be hanged in Edinburgh town.
"O what'll my poor father think,
As he comes through the town,70
To see the face of his Molly fair
Hanging on the gallows pin?
"Here's a health to the mariners
That plough the raging main;
Let neither my mother nor father ken75
But I'm coming hame again.
"Here's a health to the sailors
That sail upon the sea;
Let neither my mother nor father ken
That I came here to die.80