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Lady Margaret the Queen's cousin is very sick,
and it's all for love of young Logie.
She's inco the queens chamber gone,
she has kneeld low down on her kree:
Says she 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 or her knee;
O what is the matter my gracious Queen?
and what means all this courtesie?
Have not I made the 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 he turned him right round about,
I think an angry man was he;
The morrow before it is twelve o'clock,
O hang'd shalt the laird of Logie be.
The Queen she's into her chamber gone
amongst her Mary's so frank and free,
You may weap, you may weep Margaret she says,
for hanged must the laird of Logie be,
She has torn her silken scarf and hood,
and so has she her yellow hair;
New fare you well both King and Queen,
and adieu to Scotland for ever mair!
