{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch182.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch182.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch182.htm","text":"182A.1 I WILL sing, if ye will hearken,\nIf ye will hearken unto me;\nThe king has taen a poor prisoner,\nThe wanton laird o Young Logie.\n182A.2 Young Logie\u2019s laid in Edinburgh chapel,\nCarmichael\u2019s the keeper o the key;\nAnd May Margaret\u2019s lamenting sair,\nA\u2019 for the love of Young Logie.\n182A.3 \u2018Lament, lament na, May Margaret,\nAnd of your weeping let me be;\nFor ye maun to the king himsell,\nTo seek the life of Young Logie.\u2019\n182A.4 May Margaret has kilted her green cleiding,\nAnd she has curld back her yellow hair:\n\u2018If I canna get Young Logie\u2019s life,\nFarewell to Scotland for evermair!\u2019\n182A.5 When she came before the king,\nShe knelit lowly on her knee:\n\u2018O what\u2019s the matter, May Margaret?\nAnd what needs a\u2019 this courtesie?\u2019\n182A.6 \u2018A boon, a boon, my noble liege,\nA boon, a boon, I beg o thee,\nAnd the first boon that I come to crave\nIs to grant me the life of Young Logie.\u2019\n182A.7 \u2018O na, O na, May Margaret,\nForsooth, and so it mauna be;\nFor a\u2019 the gowd o fair Scotland\nShall not save the life of Young Logie.\u2019\n182A.8 But she has stown the king\u2019s redding-kaim,\nLikewise the queen her wedding knife,\nAnd sent the tokens to Carmichael,\nTo cause Young Logie get his life.\n182A.9 She sent him a purse o the red gowd,\nAnother o the white monie;\nShe sent him a pistol for each hand,\nAnd bade him shoot when he gat free.\n182A.10 When he came to the Tolbooth stair,\nThere he let his volley flee;\nIt made the king in his chamber start,\nEen in the bed where he might be.\n182A.11 \u2018Gae out, gae out, my merrymen a\u2019,\nAnd bid Carmichael come speak to me;\nFor I\u2019ll lay my life the pledge o that\nThat yon\u2019s the shot o Young Logie.\u2019\n182A.12 When Carmichael came before the king,\nHe fell low down upon his knee;\nThe very first word that the king spake\nWas, Where\u2019s the laird of Young Logie?\n182A.13 Carmichael turnd him round about,\nI wot the tear blinded his ee:\n\u2018There came a token frae your Grace\nHas taen away the laird frae me.\u2019\n182A.14 \u2018Hast thou playd me that, Carmichael?\nAnd hast thou playd me that?\u2019 quoth he;\n\u2018The morn the Justice Court\u2019s to stand,\nAnd Logie\u2019s place ye maun supplie.\u2019\n182A.15 Carmichael\u2019s awa to Margaret\u2019s bower,\nEven as fast as he may dree:\n\u2018O if Young Logie be within,\nTell him to come and speak with me.\u2019\n182A.16 May Margaret turnd her round about,\nI wot a loud laugh laughed she:\n\u2018The egg is chippd, the bird is flown,\nYe\u2019ll see nae mair of Young Logie.\u2019\n182A.17 The tane is shipped at the pier of Leith,\nThe tother at the Queen\u2019s Ferrie,\nAnd she\u2019s gotten a father to her bairn,\nThe wanton laird of Young Logie.\n182[A2]: The Laird of Logie\n182[A2].1 I will sing, if ye will harken,\nAn ye wad listen unto me;\nI\u2019ll tell ye of a merry passage\nOf the wanton laird of Young Logie.\n182[A2.2] Young Logie\u2019s laid in Edinborough chapel,\nCarmichaell\u2019s keeper of the key;\nI heard a may lamenting sair,\nAll for the laird of Young Logie.\n182[A2.3] \u2018Lament, lament na, May Margret,\nAnd o your weeping let me be;\nFor ye maun to the king your sell,\nAnd ask the life of Young Logie.\u2019\n182[A2.4] May Margaret has kilted her green cleeding,\nAnd she\u2019s currld back her yellow hair,\nAnd she\u2019s away to the king hersell,\nAnd adieu to Scotland for ever mair!\n182[A2.5] When she came before the king,\nShe fell low down on her knee:\n\u2018It\u2019s what\u2019s your will wi me, May Margret,\nAnd what makes all this courtesey?\u2019\n\u2018Naething, naething, my sovreign liege,\nBut grant me the life of Young Logie.\u2019\n182[A2.6] \u2018O no, O no, May Margret,\nNo, in sooth it maun na be;\nFor the morn, or I taste meat or drink,\nHee hanged shall Young Logie be.\u2019\n182[A2.7] She has stolen the king\u2019s reeding-comb,\nBut an the queen her wedding-knife,\nAnd she has sent it to Carmichaell,\nTo cause Young Logie come by life.\n182[A2.8] She sent him a purse of the red gold,\nAnother of the white money,\nAnd sent him a pistol into each hand,\nAnd bade him shoot when he got fra.\n182[A2.9] When he came to the Tolbooth stair,\nThere he loot his volley flee,\nWhich made the king in his chamber start,\nEven in the chamber where he lay.\n182[A2.10] \u2018Gae out, gae out, my merrie men,\nAnd gar Carmichael come speake wi me,\nFor I\u2019ll lay my life the pledge of that,\nThat yon\u2019s the volley of Young Logie.\u2019\n182[A2.11] When Carmichael came before the king,\nHe fell low down on his knee;\nThe very first word that the king spake,\n\u2018How dois the laird o Young Logie?\u2019\n182[A2.12] Carmichael turnd him round about,\nA wait the salt tear blint his eye:\n\u2018There came a tacken frae the king\nHas taen the laird awa frae me.\u2019\n182[A2.13] \u2018Hast thou playd me that, Carmichael?\nHast thou playd me that?\u2019 quo he;\n\u2018The morn the Justice Court\u2019s to stand,\nAnd Logie\u2019s place ye maun supply.\u2019\n182[A2.14] Carmichal\u2019s away to May Margr[e]t\u2019s bower,\nEen as fast as he may dree:\n\u2018It\u2019s if Young Logie be within,\nTell him to come speak to me.\u2019\n182[A2.15] May Margret\u2019s turnd her round about,\nA wait a loud laughter gae she:\n\u2018The egg is cheeped and the bird is flown,\nAnd seek ye the laird of Young Logie.\u2019\n182[A2.16] The one is sheppd at the pier o Leith,\nThe other at the Queen\u2019s Ferry,\nAnd she has gotten a father to her bairn,\nThe wanton laird of Young [Logie].\n182B: The Laird of Logie\n182B.1 O LISTEN, gude peopell, to my tale,\nListen to what I tel to thee;\nThe king has taiken a poor prisoner,\nThe wanton laird of Ochiltrie.\n182B.2 When news came to our guidly queen,\nSche sicht, and said right mournfullie,\n\u2018O what will cum of Lady Margret!\nWha beirs sick luve to Ochiltrie.\u2019\n182B.3 Lady Margret tore hir yellow hair\nWhen as the queen tald hir the saim:\n\u2018I wis that I had neir bin born,\nNor neir had knawn Ochiltrie\u2019s naim!\u2019\n182B.4 \u2018Fie, na!\u2019 quoth the queen, \u2019That maunna be;\nFie, na! that maunna be;\nI\u2019ll fynd ye out a better way\nTo saif the lyfe of Ochiltrie.\u2019\n182B.5 The queen sche trippit up the stair,\nAnd lowlie knielt upon hir knie:\n\u2018The first boon which I cum to craive\nIs the life of gentel Ochiltrie.\u2019\n182B.6 \u2018O iff you had askd me castels or towirs,\nI wad hae gin thaim, twa or thrie;\nBot a\u2019 the monie in fair Scotland\nWinna buy the lyfe of Ochiltrie.\u2019\n182B.7 The queen sche trippit down the stair,\nAnd down she gade richt mournfullie:\n\u2018It\u2019s a\u2019 the monie in fair Scotland\nWinna buy the lyfe of Ochiltrie!\u2019\n182B.8 Lady Margaret tore her yellow hair\nWhen as the queen tald hir the saim:\n\u2018I\u2019ll tak a knife and end my lyfe,\nAnd be in the grave as soon as him!\u2019\n182B.9 \u2018Ah, na! Fie, na!\u2019 quoth the queen,\n\u2018Fie, na! Fie, na! this maunna be;\nI\u2019ll set ye on a better way\nTo loose and set Ochiltrie frie.\u2019\n182B.10 The queen sche slippit up the stair,\nAnd sche gaid up richt privatlie,\nAnd sche has stoun the prison-keys,\nAnd gane and set Ochiltrie frie.\n182B.11 And sche\u2019s gien him a purse of gowd,\nAnd another of whyt monie;\nSche\u2019s gien him twa pistoles by\u2019s syde,\nSaying to him, Shute, when ye win frie.\n182B.12 And when he cam to the queen\u2019s window,\nWhaten a joyfou shute gae he!\n\u2018Peace be to our royal queen,\nAnd peace be in her companie!\u2019\n182B.13 \u2018O whaten a voyce is that?\u2019 quoth the king,\n\u2018Whaten a voyce is that?\u2019 quoth he;\n\u2018Whaten a voyce is that?\u2019 quoth the king;\n\u2018I think it\u2019s the voyce of Ochiltrie.\n182B.14 \u2018Call to me a\u2019 my gaolours,\nCall thaim by thirtie and by thrie;\nWhairfoir the morn, at twelve a clock,\nIt\u2019s hangit schall they ilk ane be.\u2019\n182B.15 \u2018O didna ye send your keyis to us?\nYe sent thaim be thirtie and be thrie,\nAnd wi thaim sent a strait command\nTo set at lairge young Ochiltrie.\u2019\n182B.16 \u2018Ah, na! Fie, na!\u2019 quoth the queen,\n\u2018Fie, my dear luve, this maunna be!\nAnd iff ye\u2019re gawn to hang thaim a\u2019,\nIndeed ye maun begin wi me.\u2019\n182B.17 The tane was schippit at the pier of Leith,\nThe ither at the Queen\u2019s Ferrie,\nAnd now the lady has gotten hir luve,\nThe winsom laird of Ochiltrie.\n182C: The Laird of Logie\n182C.1 THE young laird of Logie is to prison cast;\nCarmichael\u2019s the keeper of the key;\nLady Margaret, the queen\u2019s cousin, is very sick,\nAnd it\u2019s all for love of Young Logie.\n182C.2 She\u2019s into the queen\u2019s chamber gone,\nShe has kneeld low down on her knee;\nSays she, You must go to the king yourself;\nIt\u2019s all for a pardon to Young Logie.\n182C.3 The queen is unto the king\u2019s chamber gone,\nShe has kneeld low down on her knee:\n\u2018O what is the matter, my gracious queen?\nAnd what means all this courtesie?\n182C.4 \u2018Have not I made thee queen of fair Scotland?\nThe queen of England I trow thou be;\nHave I not made thee my wedded wife?\nThen what needs all this courtesie?\u2019\n182C.5 \u2018You have made me queen of [fair] Scotland,\nThe queen of England I surely be;\nSince you have made me your wedded wife,\nWill you grant a pardon for Young Logie?\u2019\n182C.6 The king he turned him right round about,\nI think an angry man was he:\n\u2018The morrow, before it is twelve o\u2019clock,\nO hangd shall the laird of Logie be.\u2019\n182C.7 The queen she\u2019s into her chamber gone,\nAmongst her maries, so frank and free;\n\u2018You may weep, you may weep, Margaret,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018For hanged must the laird of Logie be.\u2019\n182C.8 She has torn her silken scarf and hood,\nAnd so has she her yellow hair:\n\u2018Now fare you well, both king and queen,\nAnd adieu to Scotland for ever mair!\u2019\n182C.9 She has put off her goun of silk,\nAnd so has she her gay clothing:\n\u2018Go fetch me a knife, and I\u2019ll kill myself,\nSince the laird of Logie is not mine.\u2019\n182C.10 Then out bespoke our gracious queen,\nAnd she spoke words most tenderlie;\n\u2018Now hold your hand, Lady Margaret,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018And I\u2019ll try to set Young Logie free.\u2019\n182C.11 She\u2019s up into the king\u2019s chamber gone,\nAnd among his nobles so free;\n\u2018Hold away, hold away!\u2019 says our gracious king,\n\u2018No more of your pardons for Young Logie.\n182C.12 \u2018Had you but askd me for houses and land,\nI would have given you castles three;\nOr anything else shall be at your command,\nBut only a pardon for Young Logie.\u2019\n182C.13 \u2018Hold your hand now, my sovereign liege,\nAnd of your anger let it be;\nFor the innocent blood of Lady Margret\nIt will rest on the head of thee and me.\u2019\n182C.14 The king and queen are gone to their bed,\nBut as he was sleeping so quietly,\nShe has stole the keys from below his head,\nAnd has sent to set Young Logie free.\n182C.15 Young Logie he\u2019s on horseback got,\nOf chains and fetters he\u2019s got free;\nAs he passd by the king\u2019s window,\nThere he has fired vollies three.\n182C.16 The king he awakend out of his sleep,\nOut of his bed came hastilie;\nSays, I\u2019ll lay all my lands and rents\nThat yonder\u2019s the laird of Logie free.\u2019\n182C.17 The king has sent to the prison strong,\nHe has calld for his keepers three;\nSays, How does all your prisoners?\nAnd how does the young laird of Logie?\n182C.18 \u2018Your Majesty sent me your wedding-ring,\nWith your high command to set him free;\u2019\n\u2018Then tomorrow, before that I eat or drink,\nI surely will hang you keepers three.\u2019\n182C.19 Then out bespoke our gracious queen,\nAnd she spoke words most tenderlie;\n\u2018If ever you begin to hang a man for this,\nYour Majesty must begin with me.\u2019\n182C.20 The one took shipping at [the pier of] Leith,\nThe other at the Queen\u2019s Ferrie;\nLady Margaret has gotten the man she loves,\nI mean the young laird of Logie.\n182D: The Laird of Logie\n182D.1 PRETTY is the story I hae to tell,\nPretty is the praisin o itsel,\nAn pretty is the prisner oor king\u2019s tane,\nThe rantin young laird o Logie.\n182D.2 Has he brunt? or has he slain?\nOr has he done any injurie?\nOh no, no, he\u2019s done nothing at all,\nBut stown a kiss frae the queen\u2019s marie.\n182D.3 Ladie Margaret cam doon the stair,\nWringin her hands an tearin her hair;\nCryin, Oh, that ever I to Scotland cam,\nAye to see Young Logie dee!\n182D.4 \u2018Had your tongue noo, Lady Margaret,\nAn a\u2019 your weepin lat a bee!\nFor I\u2019ll gae to the king my sell,\nAn plead for life to Young Logie.\u2019\n182D.5 \u2018First whan I to Scotland cam,\nYou promised to gie me askens three;\nThe first then o these askens is\nLife for the young laird o Logie.\u2019\n182D.6 \u2018If you had asked house or lands,\nThey suld hae been at your command;\nBut the morn, ere I taste meat or drink,\nHigh hanged sall Young Logie be.\u2019\n182D.7 Lady Margaret cam doon the stair,\nWringin her hands an tearin her hair;\nCryin, Oh, that ever I to Scotland cam,\nA\u2019 to see Young Logie dee!\n182D.8 \u2018Haud your tongue noo, Lady Margaret,\nAn a\u2019 your weepin lat a bee!\nFor I\u2019ll counterfiet the king\u2019s hand-write,\nAn steal frae him his right-hand gloe,\nAn send them to Pitcairn\u2019s wa\u2019s,\nA\u2019 to lat Young Logie free.\u2019\n182D.9 She counterfieted the king\u2019s hand-write,\nAn stole frae him his richt hand gloe,\nAn sent them to Pitcairn\u2019s wa\u2019s,\nA\u2019 to let Young Logie free.\n182D.10 The king luikit owre his castle-wa,\nWas luikin to see what he cald see:\n\u2018My life to wad an my land to pawn,\nYonder comes the young laird o Logie!\u2019\n182D.11 \u2018Pardon, oh pardon! my lord the king,\nAye I pray you pardon me;\nFor I counterfieted your hand-write,\nAn stole frae you your richt hand gloe,\nAn sent them to Pitcairn\u2019s wa\u2019s,\nA\u2019 to set Young Logie free.\u2019\n182D.12 \u2018If this had been done by laird or lord,\nOr by baron of high degree,\nI\u2019se mak it sure, upon my word,\nHis life suld hae gane for Young Logie.\n182D.13 \u2018But since it is my gracious queen,\nA hearty pardon we will gie,\nAn for her sake we\u2019ll free the loon,\nThe rantin young laird o Logie.\u2019\n182E: The Laird of Logie\n182E.1 MAY MARGARET sits in the queen\u2019s bouir,\nKnicking her fingers ane be ane,\nCursing the day that she ere was born,\nOr that she ere heard o Logie\u2019s name.","title":"The Child Ballads: 182. The Laird of Logie","type":"page"}