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Four Maries / The Four Marys / Mary Mild / Mary Hamilton (Child No. 173) - Sung by George Inglis Fraser of Strichen, Aberdeenshire. Recorded by Prof. Kenneth S. Goldstein in December 1959.
Song transcription to be corrected:
Yestreen the queen had four Maries;
This nicht she's only three;
They were Mary Seaton, and Mary Beaton,
An' Mary Carmichael an me.
Oh, little did my mither think,
When first she cradled me.
That I would dee sae far frae hame,
Or hang on a gallows tree!
They'll tie a napkin roun' my een,
An' they'll no let me see tae dee;
An' they'll ne'er let me on to my father an' mither,
But I'm awa' o'er the sea.
I wish I could lie in our aine kirkyard,
Aneath the auld yew tree;
Where ye pu'd the gowans and thread the rowans
My brothers, my sisters an' me.
But little I'll care for a nameless grave
When I'm home In eternity;
So I'll pray that the faith o' the de'ein' thief
By grace may be granted tae me.
Last nicht there were four Marys,
This nicht there'll be but three;
There was Mary Beaton, an' Mary Seaton,
An' Mary Carmichael, an' me.
Four Maries / The Four Marys / Mary Mild / Mary Hamilton (Child No. 173) - Sung by George Inglis Fraser of Strichen, Aberdeenshire. Recorded by Prof. Kenneth S. Goldstein in December 1959.
Song transcription to be corrected:
Yestreen the queen had four Maries;
This nicht she's only three;
They were Mary Seaton, and Mary Beaton,
An' Mary Carmichael an me.
Oh, little did my mither think,
When first she cradled me.
That I would dee sae far frae hame,
Or hang on a gallows tree!
They'll tie a napkin roun' my een,
An' they'll no let me see tae dee;
An' they'll ne'er let me on to my father an' mither,
But I'm awa' o'er the sea.
I wish I could lie in our aine kirkyard,
Aneath the auld yew tree;
Where ye pu'd the gowans and thread the rowans
My brothers, my sisters an' me.
But little I'll care for a nameless grave
When I'm home In eternity;
So I'll pray that the faith o' the de'ein' thief
By grace may be granted tae me.
Last nicht there were four Marys,
This nicht there'll be but three;
There was Mary Beaton, an' Mary Seaton,
An' Mary Carmichael, an' me.









![The Four Marys (Child 173) - Jeannie Robertson
Four Maries / The Four Marys / Mary Mild / Mary Hamilton (Child No. 173) (Fragment) - Recited, then sung by Regina Jeannie Robertson (Mrs. Jean Higgins), Aberdeenshire, Scotland. Recorded by Jean Ritchie and her husband George Pickow for the BBC on 1953-11-28.
Note by Kevin W.:
Jeannie Robertson did not have a tune for the ballad until she heard Jean Ritchie sing her version of it for her. Jeannie said that as a child she heard it recited, not sung, from relatives in Pertshire, Scotland. The verses she recites recall the ones remembered by Charlotte Higgins of Blairgowrie, Perthshire.
Notes by Jean Ritchie on the Mudcat.org forum:
I got other verses from Jeannie Robertson when we met in 1952, and she said the first two verses like a poetry, and I told her to try singing them, as they were actually the first two verses of her Four Maries. She couldnt believe it at first, tried it, then finally it fit. She was so happy!
Yes, the 1953 recording of Jeannie Robertson was done by myself and my husband George Pickow, towards the end of my Fulbright year in the British Isles and Northern Ireland (or as we say at home, England, Scotland and Ireland). Hamish Henderson was along as friend, guide, and collector with us on behalf of his University.
Song transcription to be corrected:
A knock came tae the kitchen door,
It soonded through aa the room,
That Marie Hamilton had a ween
Tae the highest man in the toon,
Whaur is the ween ye had last nicht?
Whaur is the ween, I say?
They looked high and they looked low,
And they looked below the bed,
And there they found the dear wee ween,
Laying in a pool o blood.
...
Sink ye, or swim ye, yell get nae mair frae me.
Oh rise, Mary Hamilton, and come alang wi me.
This day yere gaun tae Edinborough toon,
A rich weddin for tae see.
...
...
She went up the tall booth stair,
And the heels did click o her sheen,
[And she was smiling,]
When she came doon again,
The tears did blind her ee,
For she was condemned tae dee. The Four Marys (Child 173) - Jeannie Robertson](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/TqjBXaO-Pbw/mqdefault.jpg)
