"Lament, lament na, May Margaret,
And o' your weeping let me be;
For ye maun to the king your sell,
And ask the life of Young Logie.
May Margaret has kilted her green cleiding,[176]
And she's currlld back her yellow hair;
"If I canna get young Logie's life,
Farewell to Scotland for ever mair!"
When she came before the king,
She knelit low doon on her knee: