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HE young laird of Logie is to priſon caſt,

Carmichael's the keeper of the key,

Lady Marg'ret the Queen's couſin is very very ſick,

and it is all for the love of young Logie.

She's in to the Queen's chamber gone,

ſhe has kneel'd low down on her knee:

Says you muſt go to the King yourſelf,

it's all for a pardon to young Logie.

The Queen is unto the King's chamber gone,

ſhe has kneel'd low down on her knee;

O what is the matter my gracious Queen?

and what means all this courteſie?

Have not I made thee Queen of fair Scotland,

the Queen of England I trow thou be;

Have not I made thee my wedded wife?

then what needs all this courteſie?

You have made me Queen of Scotland,

the Queen of England I ſurely be;

Since you have made me your wedded wife,

will you grant a pardon for young Logie?

The King turn'd him right round about,

I think an angry man was he;

The morrow before it is twelve o'clock,

O hang'd ſhall the laird of Logie be.

The Queen ſhe's in to her chamber gone,

amongſt her Mary's ſo frank and free,

You may weep, you may weep Marg'ret, ſhe ſays,

for hang'd muſt the laird of Logie be.