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.
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