Gibb Manuscript, No 6, p. 33, from the recitation of Mrs. Gibb,
senior; traced to Mrs. E. Lindsay, about 1800.
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There was three score o nobles sat at the king's dine,
An bonny Glenlogie was flower o thrice nine.
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. . cam trippin downstair,
An she fancied Glenlogie ower a' that was there. |
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She called on the footman that ran by his side,
Says, What is that man's name, an where does he bide? |
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'His name is Glenlogie when he goes from home,
But he's of the great Gordons, an his name is Lord John.' |
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'Glenlogie! Glenlogie! Glenlogie!' said she,
'An for bonnie Glenlogie I surely will die.' |
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She called on her maidens to make her her bed,
. . . . .
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When Glenlogie got the letter, amang noblemen,
'Dear me,' said Glenlogie, 'what does young women mean!' |
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Then up spake his father, Let it never be said
That such a fine lady should die for your sake. |
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'Go saddle my black horse, go saddle him soon,
Till I go to Bethelnie, to see Lady Jean.' |
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When he got to Behtelnie, there was naebody there
But was weeping an wailing an tearing their hair.
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'Turn round, Jeanie Gordon, turn round to the side;
I'll be the bridegroom, an ye's be the bride.' |
