Re: Mary Hamilton, this has one of the best verses I know: O little did my mother think when first she cradled me what lands I was to journey through what death I was to die. There is a bawdier - to my admittedly filthy mind - version which says something like He's kissed her in the kitchen and he's kissed her in the hall and he's kissed her in the low parlour and that was worst of all - see the two versions given in the Norton Anthology, which I don't have to hand. Also listening at the moment to Martin Simpson's "The Bramble Briar", which I recommend especially to devotees of bastard hard fingerpicking guitar. - Dom