Francis James Child

“ Lady Margaret has gotten the man she loves,
I mean the young laird of Logie.
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PRETTY is the story I hae to tell,
Pretty is the praisin o itsel,
An pretty is the prisner oor king's tane,
The rantin young laird o Logie.
Has he brunt? or has he slain?
Or has he done any injurie?
Oh no, no, he's done nothing at all,
But stown a kiss frae the queen's marie.
Ladie Margaret cam doon the stair,
Wringin her hands an tearin her hair;
Cryin, Oh, that ever I to Scotland cam,
Aye to see Young Logie dee!
'Had your tongue noo, Lady Margaret,
An a' your weepin lat a bee! ”

“ Carmichael's awa to Margaret's bower,
Even as fast as he may dree:
'O if Young Logie be within,
Tell him to come and speak with me.'
May Margaret turnd her round about,
I wot a loud laugh laughed she:
'The egg is chippd, the bird is flown,
Ye'll see nae mair of Young Logie.'
The tane is shipped at the pier of Leith,
The tother at the Queen's Ferrie,
And she's gotten a father to her bairn,
The wanton laird of Young Logie.
[A2] : The Laird of Logie
[A2] .1I will sing, if ye will harken,
An ye wad listen unto me ”

“ Young Logie he's on horseback got,
Of chains and fetters he's got free;
As he passd by the king's window,
There he has fired vollies three.
The king he awakend out of his sleep,
Out of his bed came hastilie ”

“ And down she gade richt mournfullie:
'It's a' the monie in fair Scotland
Winna buy the lyfe of Ochiltrie!'
Lady Margaret tore her yellow hair
When as the queen tald hir the saim:
'I'll tak a knife and end my lyfe,
And be in the grave as soon as him!'
'Ah, na! Fie, na!' quoth the queen,
'Fie, na! Fie, na! this maunna be ”