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The Four Maries 
The Four Maries 
Yestreen there were four Maries The nicht there'll be but three There was Mary Beaton and Mary Seaton And Mary Carlmichael and me. 
Come doon, come doon, my Mary Mild Come low doon by my hand, For there's nae a Mary in my bower But'll be at your command. 
For no, for no, Madam, the Queen, For no, it maunna be, There's nae a Mary in your bower, But would think fu little o' me. 
Play up, play up, noo Geordie Cooper, And ye sall hae my hose. For they were dyed at the West Brunell As rid as onie rose. 
Play up, play up, noo, Geordie Cooper, And ye sall hae my shoon 
Ye'll tak a napkin roon' my een And ye'll nae lat me see to dee, And ye'll nae lat on to my father or mither, But I'm awa ower the sea. 
Oh little did my mither think, When first she cradled me, That I wad dee sae far frae hame, Or hing on a gallows tree. 
But little care I for a nameless grave, For I've hopes for eternity, But I pray that the faith o' the dying thief May be granted through grace unto me. 
Child #173 
From the Grieg-Duncan Collection