Mary Hamilton
Anonymous
| Original | Traducanzone di Andrea Buriani |
| MARY HAMILTON Word's gane to the kitchen, And word's gane to the ha’ That Mary Hamilton gangs wi bairn To the hichest Stewart of a’. He's courted her in the kitchen, He's courted her in the ha’, He's courted her in the laigh cellar And that was warst of a’! She's tyed it in her apron And she's thrown it in the sea; Says, "Sink ye, swim ye, bonny wee babe! You’l ne’er get mair o’ me." Down then cam the auld queen, Goud tassels tying her hair: "O Marie, where's the bonny wee babe That I heard greet sae sair?" "There was never a babe intill my room, As little designs to be; It was but a touch o my sair side Come o'er my fair bodie." "O Marie, put on your robes o’ black, Or else your robes o’ brown, For ye maun gang wi’ me the night To see fair Edinbro’ town." "I winna put on my robes o’ black, Nor yet my robes o’ brown, But I’ll put on my robes o’ white To shine through Edinbro’ town." When she gaed up the Cannogate, She laugh'd loud laughters three; But whan she cam down the Cannogate The tear blinded her ee. When she gaed up the Parliament stair, The heel cam aff her shee; And lang or she cam down again She was condemned to dee. Whan she cam down the Cannogate, The Cannogate sae free, Many a ladie look'd o'er her window Weeping for this ladie. "Ye need nae weep for me", she says, "Ye need nae weep for me; For had I not slain mine own sweet babe, This death I wadna dee. "Bring me a bottle of wine", she says, "The best that e'er ye hae, That I may drink to my weil-wishers, An they may drink to me. "Here's a health to the jolly sailors, That sail upon the main; Let them never let on to my father and mother, But what I'm coming hame. "Here's a health to the jolly sailors, That sail upon the sea; Let them never let on to my father an mother That I cam here to dee. "O little did my mother think The day she cradled me, What lans I was to travel through, What death I was to dee. "O little did my father think, The day he held up me, What lands I was to travel through, What death I was to dee. "Last night I wash'd the queen's feet, An gently laid her down; And a’ the thanks I’ve gotten the night, To be hang’d in Edinbro’ town. "Last nicht there was four Maries, The nicht there'l bee bit three; There was Marie Seton, an Marie Beton, And Marie Carmichael, and me." | MARY HAMILTON Ciò che nelle cucine si udì, ora è voce di palazzo, Coinvolge la Regina, e non è un pettegolezzo, è che Mary Hamilton ebbe un bebè, che il maggior degli Stuard rinnegò. Orsù, orsù, Mary Hamilton, orsù dillo a me Che cosa hai fatto al tuo bebè che ho sentito pianger da te? In una culla lo adagiai e l’ho affidato al mar, non volevo farlo annegar ma mai più vederlo tornar. Orsù, orsù, Mary Hamilton orsù vieni con me C'è un matrimonio a Glasgow, sai? Stasera andremo lì. Lei non vestì la veste nera, e nemmeno di un altro color ma una veste bianca lei indossò e a Glasgow poi andò. Quando furono a Glas…gow andarono a trovar due dame a cui la sua pena narrò e lor piansero. “ Oh non piangete più per me, vedete, il lutto non ho. Poichè non uccisi il mio bebè. questa morte non meriterò” Ohi non sapeva mia madre allor, quei giorni in cui mi cullò, quali terre avrei traversato un dì e qual morte mi aspetta, ora so. Alla Regina i piedi lavai e le misi oro nei capelli ma il solo compenso per tutto ciò or di corda al collo è un gioiello. Nel sceglier la giusta veste, pianse “ allor nuda voglio restar ma un drappo chiuda gli occhi miei chè la forca non possa veder”. Poi venne persino il Re che commosso le disse così : “Alla mia corte, Mary Hamillton, stasera cenerete con me”. Quattro Marie c’eran ieri sera, stasera saranno sol tre: C’era Mary Beaton e Mary Seton, e Mary Carmichael e me. |
