But she has stown the king's redding kaim, Likewise the queen her wedding knife; And sent the tokens to Carmichael, To cause young Logie get his life. She sent him a purse o' the red gowd, Another o' the white money; ' She sent him a pistol for each hand, And bade him shoot when he gat free. (_stown,_ stolen. _redding kaim_, hair comb.) When he came to the Tolbooth stair, Then he let his volley flee; It made the king in his chamber start, Een in the bed where he might be. "Gae out, gae out, my merrymen a, And bid Carmichael come speak to me; For I'll lay my life the pledge o' that, That yon's the shot o' young Logie." When Carmichael came before the king, He fell low down upon his knee; The very first word that the king spake Was,--"Where's the laird of young Logie?" Carmichael turn'd him round about, (I wot the tear blinded his e'e,)-- "There came a token frae your grace Has ta'en away the laird frae me." "Hast thou play'd me that, Carmichael? And hast thou play'd me that?" quoth he; "The morn the Justice Court's to stand, And Logie's place ye maun supply." Carmichael's awa to Margaret's bower, Even as fast as he may dri'e,-- "O if young Logie be within, Tell him to come and speak with me!" (_drte_, drive). May Margaret turn'd her round about, (I wot a loud laugh laughed she,)-- "The egg is chipp'd, the bird is flown, Ye'll see nae mair of young Logie." The tane is shipped at the pier of Leith, The t'other at the Queen's Ferry; And she's gotten a father to her bairn, The wanton laird of young Logie. JOHNNIE OF BREADISLEE |Johnnie rose up in a May morning, Call'd for water to wash his hands-- "Gar loose to me the gude gray dogs, That are bound wi' iron bands." When Johnnie's mother gat word o' that, Her hands for dule she wrang-- "O Johnnie! for my benison, To the greenwood dinna gang! "Enough ye hae o' gude wheat bread, And enough o' the blood-red wine; And therefore, for nae venison, Johnnie, I pray ye, stir frae hame." But Johnnie's busk'd up his gude bent bow, His arrows, ane by ane, And he has gane to Durrisdeer, To hunt the dun deer down. As he came down by Merriemass, And in by the benty line, There has he espied a deer lying Aneath a bush of ling. Johnnie he shot, and the dun deer lap, And he wounded her on the side; But atween the water and the brae, His hounds they laid her pride. And Johnnie has bryttled the deer sae weel, That he's had out her liver and lungs; And wi' these he has feasted his bluidy hounds, As if they had been earl's sons. They eat sae much o' the venison, And drank sae much o' the blude, That Johnnie and a' his bluidy hounds Fell asleep as they had been dead. And by there came a silly auld carle,