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7 Says, I'll lay all my lands and rents, that yonder's the laird of Logie free. The King has sent to the prison strong, he has call'd for his keepers three: Says, How does all your prisoners, and how does the young laird of Logie? Your Majesty sent me your wedding rings with your high command to set him free; Then to morrow before that I eat or drink, I surely will hang you keepers three,

Then out bespoke our gracious Queen, and she spoke words most tenderlie, If ever you begin to hang a man for this, your Majesty must begin with me. The one took shipping at Lith the other at the Queen's-ferrie; Lady Margaret has gotten the man she loves, I mean the young laird of Logie.

The Soldier's Adieu.

ADIEU! adieu my only life. My honour cal:ls me from thee! Remember thou’rt a ſoldiers wife. Thoſe tears but ill thee. What tho' by duty I am call'd, Where thund'nin cannons rattle: Where valour's ſelf might stand appall'd, When on the wings of thy dear love, To hevan above Thy ſervant oriſons are flown? The tener pray'r Thou put'ſt up there,