[3]
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:
