Marie Hamilton’s to the kirk gane,
Wi’ gloves upon her hands;
The King thought mair o’ Marie Hamilton
Than the Queen and a’ her lands.
IV
She hadna been about the King’s court
A month, but barely ane,
Till she was beloved by a’ the King’s court,
And the King the only man.
V
She hadna been about the King’s court
A month, but barely three,
Till frae the King’s court Marie Hamilton,
Marie Hamilton durstna be.
VI
The King is to the Abbey gane,
To pu’ the Abbey tree,
To scale[516] the babe frae Marie’s heart;
But the thing it wadna be.
VII
O she has row’d[517] it in her apron,
And set it on the sea—
‘Gae sink ye or swim ye, bonny babe,
Ye’se get nae mair o’ me.’