The Laird of Logie
No: 182; variant: 182A
- I WILL sing, if ye will hearken,
If ye will hearken unto me;
The king has taen a poor prisoner,
The wanton laird o Young Logie.
- Young Logie’s laid in Edinburgh chapel,
Carmichael’s the keeper o the key;
And May Margaret’s lamenting sair,
A’ for the love of Young Logie.
- ‘Lament, lament na, May Margaret,
And of your weeping let me be;
For ye maun to the king himsell,
To seek the life of Young Logie.’
- May Margaret has kilted her green cleiding,
And she has curld back her yellow hair:
‘If I canna get Young Logie’s life,
Farewell to Scotland for evermair!’
- When she came before the king,
She knelit lowly on her knee:
‘O what’s the matter, May Margaret?
And what needs a’ this courtesie?’
- ‘A boon, a boon, my noble liege,
A boon, a boon, I beg o thee,
And the first boon that I come to crave
Is to grant me the life of Young Logie.’
- ‘O na, O na, May Margaret,
Forsooth, and so it mauna be;
For a’ the gowd o fair Scotland
Shall not save the life of Young Logie.’
- But she has stown the king’s redding-kaim,
Likewise the queen her wedding knife,
And sent the tokens to Carmichael,
To cause Young Logie get his life.
- She sent him a purse o the red gowd,
Another o the white monie;
She sent him a pistol for each hand,
And bade him shoot when he gat free.
- When he came to the Tolbooth stair,
There he let his volley flee;
It made the king in his chamber start,
Een in the bed where he might be.
- ‘Gae out, gae out, my merrymen a’,
And bid Carmichael come speak to me;
For I’ll lay my life the pledge o that
That yon’s the shot o Young Logie.’
- When Carmichael came before the king,
He fell low down upon his knee;
The very first word that the king spake
Was, Where’s the laird of Young Logie?
- Carmichael turnd him round about,
I wot the tear blinded his ee:
‘There came a token frae your Grace
Has taen away the laird frae me.’
- ‘Hast thou playd me that, Carmichael?
And hast thou playd me that?’ quoth he;
‘The morn the Justice Court’s to stand,
And Logie’s place ye maun supplie.’
- Carmichael’s awa to Margaret’s bower,
Even as fast as he may dree:
‘O if Young Logie be within,
Tell him to come and speak with me.’
- May Margaret turnd her round about,
I wot a loud laugh laughed she:
‘The egg is chippd, the bird is flown,
Ye’ll see nae mair of Young Logie.’
- The tane is shipped at the pier of Leith,
The tother at the Queen’s Ferrie,
And she’s gotten a father to her bairn,
The wanton laird of Young Logie.