She kneelit lowly on her knee.
"O what's the matter, May Margaret?
And what needs a' this courtesy?"
"A boon, a boon, my noble liege,
A boon, a boon, I beg o' thee!
And the first boon that I come to crave
Is to grant me the life o' young Logie."
"Ona, O na, May Margaret,
Forsooth, and so it mauna be;
For a' the gowd o' fair Scotland