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<• O what will come o* Lady Margaret,
Wha beirs sic love to young Logie ?"
May Margaret tore her yellow hair.
When as the queen told her the same :
" I wis that I had ne'er been born,
Or ne'er had known young Logic's name I"
" Lament, lament na, May Margaret,
And of your weeping let me be ;
For ye maun to the king himsell,
To seek the life o' young Logie."
May Margaret has kilted her green cleiding,
And curlit back her yellow hair ;
" If 1 canna get young Logie's hfe,
Fareweel to Scotland evermair !"
When that she came before the king,
She knee] it lowly on her knee :
" O what's the matter, May Margaret ?
And what needs a' this courtesie ?"
" A boon, a boon, my noble liege I
A boon, a boon, I beg of thee I
And the first boon that I come to crave.
Is to grant me the life of young Logie."
" O na, O na. May Margaret,
Forsooth, and so it maunna be ;
For a' the gowd in fair Scotland
Shall not save the life of young Logie."
May Margaret she gaed down the stair,
I wat she gaed richt mournfullie :
" Oh I a' the money in fair Scotland
Wadna save the life o' young Logie !"