She was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today…
I wouldn’t want her any other way.


Yestre’en the queen had four Marys—the nicht she’ll hae but three;
There was Mary Beaton, and Mary Seton, and Mary Carmichael and me.
It’s often hae I dressed my queen, and put gold in her hair,
But noo I’ve gotten for my reward the gallows tae be my share.