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Lacy Margsret the Qween'* cousin is very sick|
and it’s all for loves of y<?ung Logie.
She's into the queens chamber g^n.e,
she h«s kneel’d low de>5»n on her knee:
Bays she you rsust f o to the King yov.rselfj
it’s all for a pardon to yeusg L'Jgie.
The Queen is unto the King’s chamber gene,
she has kneelM low down on hor knee;
O what is the witter my gracious Q- etn ?
and whit mearw all rids eourtesife^
Have net I made <fie Queee of f:iir hcatland ?
the Queen of Engfewid I trow thou be;
Have not l made th«»e my wedded wife?
then what needs all this ecurtesie?
You have made me Queen of Scotland,
the Queen of fnpiai d 1 surely be ;
Since you ha*’? mare*me your wodded wife,
will you grant a pardon for young Logie t
The King he turned luqn right round about,
I think an a gry man was if;
The morrow before u is twelve o’clock,
O hang’d shall the laird of Logte be..
The Queen she’s into her chamber pone
atrungs-. he*- Mary’s so frank end free,
;Ycumay we-f, you wey «e«p Margaret she eayt,
for hanged must the laird of £ ogle be.
She has torn her silk*n scarf end hood,
and so has she her yellow hair;
.Now fare you well both King and Queen,
sad adieu to Scotland ipr ever man 1

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