"If I canna get young Logie's life,

"Fareweel to Scotland for evermair."

When she came before the king,

She knelit lowly on her knee—

"O what's the matter, may Margaret?

"And what needs a' this courtesie?"

"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 of young Logic."