"It's what's your will wi' me, 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,
It's to grant me the life o' Young Logie."
"O na, O na, May Margaret,
Na, in sooth it mauna[177] be;
For the[178] morn, ere I taste meat or drink,
Hee[179] hangèd shall Young Logie be."