A boon, a boon, I beg o thee,
And the first boon that I come to crave
Is to grant me the life of Young Logie.’
7
‘O na, O na, May Margaret,
Forsooth, and so it mauna be;
For a’ the gowd o fair Scotland
Shall not save the life of Young Logie.’
8
But she has stown the king’s redding-kaim,