Mary Hamilton lyrics and chords

The chords to Mary Hamilton are presented in the key of D. The lyrics are about four women named Mary who were ladies in waiting to the Queen. One was executed after an affair with the Prince.

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D 
Last night there  
 
were four  
G 
Ma
D 
ry’s , this night there’ll  
 
be but  
A 
three
 
There were  
G 
Mary 
 
 
A 
Beaton and  
D 
Mary 
 
 
 
Seaton and  
D 
Mary 
 
Car
A 
michael and  
D 
me

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Oh, how often I’ve dressed my queen and put gold upon her hair
But now I’ve gotten for my reward the gallows to be my share

Last night I dressed queen Mary and put on her braw silk gown
And all the thanks I’ve got this night is to be hanged in Edinboro town

They’ll tie a kerchief round my eyes, they’ll no let me see to dee
And they’ll never tell my father and mother but that I’m away o’er the sea

I charge ye all ye sailors, when ye sail o’er the foam
Let neither my father nor mother know but that I’m coming home

Oh, little did my mother think, the day she cradled me
The lands I was to travel in or the death I was to dee

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

Mary Hamilton lyrics and chords print version

[D]Last night there [(Bm)]were four [G]Ma[D]ry’s , this night there’ll [(F#m)]be but [A]three
There were [G]Mary [A]Beaton and [D]Mary [(Bm)]Seaton and [D]Mary Car[A]michael and [D]me

Oh, how often I’ve dressed my queen and put gold upon her hair
But now I’ve gotten for my reward the gallows to be my share

Last night I dressed queen Mary and put on her braw silk gown
And all the thanks I’ve got this night is to be hanged in Edinboro town

They’ll tie a kerchief round my eyes, they’ll no let me see to dee
And they’ll never tell my father and mother but that I’m away o’er the sea

I charge ye all ye sailors, when ye sail o’er the foam
Let neither my father nor mother know but that I’m coming home

Oh, little did my mother think, the day she cradled me
The lands I was to travel in or the death I was to dee

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

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