The Queen’s Maries
TradYestre’en the Queen had four Marys
Tonicht she’ll hae but three
There was Mary Seaton and Mary Beaton
Mary Carmichael and me
Oh little did my mother think
The day she cradled me
The lands I was tae travel in
The death I was tae die
Oh tie a napkin round my e’en
No let me see to die
And send nae word tae my dear mother
Who’s far awa’ o’er the sea
But I wish I could lie in oor ain kirk yard
Beneath yon old oak tree
Where we pulled the rowans
And strung the gowans
My brothers and sisters and me
Yestre’en the Queen had four Marys
Tonicht she’ll hae but three
There was Mary Seaton and Mary Beaton
Mary Carmichael and me
But why should I fear a nameless grave
When I’ve hopes for eternity?
And I’ll pray that the faith o’ dying quick
Be given through grace to me
Yestre’en the Queen had four Marys
Tonicht she’ll hae but three
There was Mary Seaton and Mary Beaton
Mary Carmichael and me
There was Mary Seaton and Mary Beaton
Mary Carmichael and me