Carmichael turn'd him round about,
I wat the salt tear blinded his ee,
"There came a token frae your grace,
Has ta'en the laird awa frae me."
"Mast thou played me that Carmichael?—
Hast thou played me that?" quoth he;
"The morn the Justice Court's to stand,
And Logie's place ye maun supplie."
Carmichael's awa to May Margaret's bower,
Even as fast as he may dree;