A’ for the love of Young Logie.
3.
‘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.’
4.
May Margaret has kilted her green cleiding,
And she has curl’d back her yellow hair;
‘If I canna get Young Logie’s life,