कविता 1
Word has come from the kitchen,
And word has come to me,
That Mary Hamilton drowned her babe,
And throwed him into the sea.
And word has come to me,
That Mary Hamilton drowned her babe,
And throwed him into the sea.
कविता 2
Down came the old Queen,
Gold tassels around her head.
"Oh, Mary Hamilton, where's your babe,
That was sleeping in your bed?"
Gold tassels around her head.
"Oh, Mary Hamilton, where's your babe,
That was sleeping in your bed?"
कविता 3
"Oh, Mary, put on your robe so black,
And yet your robe so brown,
That you might go with me this day,
To view fair Edinburgh town."
And yet your robe so brown,
That you might go with me this day,
To view fair Edinburgh town."
कविता 4
She didn't put on her robe so black,
Nor yet her robe so brown,
But she put on her snow-white robe,
To view fair Edinburgh town.
Nor yet her robe so brown,
But she put on her snow-white robe,
To view fair Edinburgh town.
कविता 5
As she passed though the Cannogate,
The Cannogate passed she,
The ladies looked over their casements,
And they wept for this lady.
The Cannogate passed she,
The ladies looked over their casements,
And they wept for this lady.
कविता 6
As she went up the Parliament steps,
A loud, loud laugh laughed she.
As she came down the Parliament steps,
She was condemned to dee.
A loud, loud laugh laughed she.
As she came down the Parliament steps,
She was condemned to dee.
कविता 7
"Oh, bring to me some red, red wine,
The reddest that can be,
That I might drink to the jolly bold sailors,
That brought me over the sea.
The reddest that can be,
That I might drink to the jolly bold sailors,
That brought me over the sea.
कविता 8
"Oh, tie a napkin o'er my eyes,
And ne'er let me see to dee,
And ne'er let on to my father and mother,
I died way over the sea.
And ne'er let me see to dee,
And ne'er let on to my father and mother,
I died way over the sea.
कविता 9
"Last night I washed the old Queen's feet,
And carried her to her bed,
And all the reward I received for this,
The gallows hard to tread.
And carried her to her bed,
And all the reward I received for this,
The gallows hard to tread.
कविता 10
"Last night there were four Marys,
Tonight there'll be but three.
There was Mary Beaton and Mary Seton,
And Mary Carmichael and me."
Tonight there'll be but three.
There was Mary Beaton and Mary Seton,
And Mary Carmichael and me."
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भाषा: हिन्दीअंग्रेज़ी
शैलीEthnic/Folk
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