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Originally Posted by Stitchawl
Word is to the kitchen gone and word is to the hall,
And word is up to Madam the Queen and that is the worst of all.
That Mary Hamilton's born a child, to the highest Stuart of all.
"Arise, arise Mary Hamilton, Arise and come with me;
There is a wedding in Glasgow town, this night we'll go and see."
Stitchawl |
Oh, my -- I used to sing that as a lullaby to my nieces way back when, and I think I knew something like 13 verses. I haven't heard it, or sung it, in years. Thanks for the memory.
