Laird of Logie/The Laird of Logie

THE LAIRD OF LOGIE.

THE 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.

She has torn her ſilken ſcarf and hood,
and ſo has ſhe her yellow hair;
Now fare you well both King and Queen,
and adieu to Scotland for ever mair!

She has put off her gown of ſilk,
and ſo has ſhe her gay clothing,
Go fetch me a knife and I'll kill myſelf,
ſince the laird of Logie is not mine.

Then out beſpoke our gracious Queen,
and ſhe ſpoke words moſt tenderlie,
Now hold your hand, Lady Marg'ret, ſhe ſaid,
and I'll try to ſet young Logie free.

She is up to the King's chamber gone,
and among his nobles ſo free;
Hold away, hold away, ſays our gracious King,
no more of your pardons for young Logie.

Had you but aſk'd me for houſes and land,
I would have given you caſtles three;
Or any thing elſe ſhall be at your command,
but only a pardon for young Logie.

Hold your hand now my Sovereign Leige,
and of your anger let it be;
For the innocent blood of Lady Marg'ret,
it will reſt on the head of thee and me.

The King and Queen are gone to their bed,
but as he was ſleeping ſo quietly;
She has ſtole the keys from below his head,
and has ſent to ſet young Logie free.

Young Logie he's on horſe-back got,
of chains and fetters he's got free;
As he paſs'd by the King's window,
there he has fired voliies three:

The King he awak'ned out of his ſleep,
out of his bed came haſtilie,
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 called for his keepers three:
Says, How does all your priſoners?
and how does the young Laird of Logie?

Your Majeſty ſent me your wedding-ring.
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 do hang a man for this,
your Majeſty muſt begin with me.

The one took ſhipping at the Peer of Leith,
the other at the Queen's-Ferrie;
Lady Margʻret has gotten the man ſhe loves,
I mean the young Laird of Logie.