It made the king in his chamber start,
E’en in the bed where he might be.
11.
‘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.’
12.
When Carmichael came before the king,
He fell low down upon his knee;