I wyte a solemn oath sware he;
‘I’ll wad my head an my crown baith,
I hear the voice o young Logie.’
15
The king he calld his jailors all,
He called them then three by three;
Says, ‘How are the prisoners ane and a’?
Where is the laird o young Logie?’
16
‘Did you not send your ain hand write?