"Sir, the last time I was at your gates, You would not let me in; I'm come for my wife and children, 115 No friendship else I claim." "Come in, pretty Captain Ogilvie, And drink of the beer and the wine; And thou shalt have gold and silver, To count till the clock strike nine." 120 "I'll have none of your gold and silver, Nor none of your white money; But I'll have bonny Jeany Gordon; And she shall go now with me." Then she came tripping down the stair, 125 With the tear into her eye; One babe was at her foot, Another upon her knee. "You're welcome, bonny Jeany Gordon, With my young family; 130 Mount and go to Northumberland, There a countess thou shalt be." THE LAIRD O'LOGIE. _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, iii. 131. An edition of this ballad was published in Herd's _Scottish Songs_, (i. 54,) and there is styled _The Young Laird of Ochiltrie_. Scott recovered the following copy from recitation, which is to be preferred to the other, as agreeing more closely with the real fact, both in the name and the circumstances. The incident here celebrated occurred in the year 1592. Francis, Earl Bothwell, being then engaged in a wild conspiracy against James VI., succeeded in obtaining some followers even among the king's personal attendants. Among these was a gentleman named Weymis of Logie. Accused of treasonable converse with Bothwell, he confessed to the charge, and was, of course, in danger of expiating his crime by death. But he was rescued through the address and courage of Margaret Twynstoun, a lady of the court, to whom he was attached. It being her duty to wait on the queen the night of Logie's accusation, she left the royal chamber while the king and queen were asleep, passed to the room where he was kept in custody, and ordered the guard to bring the prisoner into the presence of their majesties. She received her lover at the chamber door, commanding the guard to wait there, and conveyed him to a window, from which he escaped by a long cord. This is the story as related in _The Historie of King James the Sext_, quoted by Scott. I will sing, if ye will hearken, If ye will hearken unto me; The king has ta'en a poor prisoner, The wanton laird o' young Logie. Young Logie's laid in Edinburgh chapel, 5 Carmichael's the keeper o' the key; And May Margaret's lamenting sair, A' for the love of young Logie. May Margaret sits in the queen's bouir,[L9] Knicking her fingers ane by ane, 10 Cursing the day that she e'er was born, Or that she e'er heard o' Logie's name.