When he came to the Tolbooth stair,
Then he let his volley flee;
It made the king in his chamber start,
Een in the bed where he might be.
"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."
When Carmichael came before the king,
He fell low down upon his knee;