Tragical end of William and Margaret/The Laird of Logie

The laird of Logie.

The young laird of Logie is to prison caſt,
Carmichael's the keeper of the key
Lady Margaret the Queen's cousin is very sick,
and it's all for love of young Logie.
She's inco the queens chamber gone,
she has kneeld low down on her kree:
Says she you must go to the King yourself,
it's all for a pardon to young Logie.

The Queen is unto the King's chamber gone,
she has kneel'd low down or her knee;
O what is the matter my gracious Queen?
and what means all this courtesie?
Have not I made the Queen of fair Scotland?
the Queen of England I trow thou be;
Have not I made thee my wedded wife?
then what needs all this courtesie?

You have made me Queen of Scotland,
the Queen of England I surely be:
Since you have made me your wedded wife,
will you grant a pardon for young Logie!
The King he turned him right round about,
I think an angry man was he;
The morrow before it is twelve o'clock,
O hang'd shalt the laird of Logie be.

The Queen she's into her chamber gone
amongst her Mary's so frank and free,
You may weap, you may weep Margaret she says,
for hanged must the laird of Logie be,
She has torn her silken scarf and hood,
and so has she her yellow hair;
New fare you well both King and Queen,
and adieu to Scotland for ever mair!

She has put of her gown of silk,
and so has she her gay clothing
Go fetch me a knife and I'll kill myself,
since the laird of Logie is not mine.
Then out bespoke our gracious Queen,
and she spoke wards most tenderlie,
Now hold your hand, Lady Marg'ret, she said,
and I'll try to set young Legie free,

She's up into the King's chambr gone,
and among his nobles so free;
Hold away, hold away, says our gracious King,
no more of your pardons for young Logie,
Had you but ask'd me for houses and land,
I would have give you castles three;
Or any thing else shall be at your command,
but only a pardon for young Logie.

Hold your hand now my Sovereign Liege,
and of your ange: let it be;
For the innoxent blood of Lady Marg'ret
it will rest on the head of thee and me.
The King and Queen aie gone to their bed,
but as he was sleeping so quietly the
She has stole the keys from below his head,
and has sent to set young Logie free.

Young Logie hes on horse-back got,
of chains and fetters he's got free:
As he pass'd by the King's window,
there he has fired vollies three.
The King he awał'ned out of his sleep
out of his bed came hostilie,
Says, I'll lay all my lands and rents,
that yonder's the laird of Logie free.
The King has sent to the prison strong,
he has call'd for his keepers three:
Says, How does all your prisoners,
and how does the young laird of Logie?
Your Majesty sent me your wedding rings
with your high command to set him free;
Then to morrow before that I eat or drink,
I surely will hang you keepers three,

Then out bespoke our gracious Queen,
and she spoke words most tenderlie,
If ever you begin to hang a man for this,
your Majesty must begin with me.
The one took shipping at Lith
the other at the Queen's-ferrie;
Lady Margaret has gotten the man she loves,
I mean the young laird of Logie.