Last night there were four Marys,
This night there'll be but three;
There were Mary Beaton, and Mary Seaton,
And Mary Carmichael and me.

Full often have I dressed my queen,
Put on her braw silk gown,
But all the thanks I've got tonight
Is a hanging in Edinburgh town.

O, little did my mother know,
The day she cradled me,
The land I was to travel in,
The death I was to die.

O, happy, happy is the maid
That's born of beauty free.
O, it was my rosy dimpled cheeks
That's been the devil to me.

They'll tie a kerchief 'round my head
That I may not see to die,
And they'll never tell my father or mother
But that I'm across the sea.

Last night there were four Marys,
This night there'll be but three;
There were Mary Beaton, and Mary Seaton,
And Mary Carmichael and me.