The t'other at the Queen's Ferry;
And she's gotten a father to her bairn,
The wanton laird of young Logie.
JOHNNIE OF BREADISLEE
Johnnie rose up in a May morning,
Call'd for water to wash his hands—
"Gar loose to me the gude gray dogs,
That are bound wi' iron bands."
When Johnnie's mother gat word o' that,