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THE LAIRD o' LOGIE. |
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It made the king in his chamber start, E'en 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 Logic"
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 a
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 supplie." - eo
Carmichael's awa to Margaret's bower,
Even as fast as he may drie,— " 0 if young Logie be within,
Tell him to come and speak with me! "
May Margaret turn'd her round about, k
(I wot a loud laugh laughed she,)— |
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