THE LAIRD O' LOGIE. I WILL sing, if ye will hearken, If ye will hearken unto me; The King has ta'en a poor prisoner, Young Logie's laid in Edinburgh chapel; And may Margaret's lamenting sair, 66 Lament, lament na, may Margaret, 1 Sir John Carmichael of Carmichael, the hero of the ballad called the Raid of the Reidswire, was appointed captain of the king's guard in 1588, and usually had the keeping of state criminals of rank : 2 [After stanza 2d, Mr Motherwell inserts, from recitation, the following: "May Margaret sits in the Queen's bouir Kincking her fingers ane by ane; Cursing the day that she ere was born, Or that ere she heard o' Logie's name."-P. 56.-ED.] For ye maun to the King himsell, May Margaret has kilted her green cleiding, When she came before the King, And what needs a' this courtesie ?"_ "A boon, a boon, my noble liege, A boon, a boon, I beg o' thee! And the first boon that I come to crave, "O na, O na, may Margaret, Forsooth, and so it manna be; For a' the gowd o' fair Scotland Shall not save the life of young Logie." But she has stown the King's redding kaim,1 And sent the tokens to Carmichael, 1 Redding kaim-Comb for the hair. She sent him a purse o' the red gowd, She sent him a pistol for each hand, And bade him shoot when he gat free. When he came to the tolbooth stair, It made the King in his chamber start, “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, 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 ee,) "There came a token frae your grace, Has ta'en away the laird frae me." "Hast thou play'd me that, Carmichael? Carmichael's awa to Margaret's bower, Tell him to come and speak with me!" May Margaret turn'd her round about, The tane is shipped at the pier of Leith, The tother at the Queen's Ferrie : And she's gotten a father to her bairn, The wanton laird of young Logie. A LYKE-WAKE DIRGE. THIS is a sort of charm sung by the lower ranks of Roman Catholics in some parts of the north of England, while watching a dead body, previous to interment. The tune is doleful and monotonous, and, joined to the mysterious import of the words, has a solemn effect. The word sleet, in the chorus, seems to be corrupted from selt, or salt; a quantity of which, in compliance with a popular superstition, is frequently placed on the breast of a corpse. The late Mr Ritson found an illustration of this dirge in a MS. of the Cotton Library, containing an account of Cleveland, in Yorkshire, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. It was kindly communicated to the Editor by Mr Frank, Mr Ritson's executor, and runs thus :-" When any dieth, certaine women sing a song to the dead bodie, recyting the journey that the partye deceased must goe; and they are of beliefe (such is their fondnesse) that once in their lives, it is good to give a pair of new shoes to a poor man, for as much as, after this life, they are to pass barefoote through a great launde, full of thornes and furzen, except by |