Harris Manuscript, fol. 17; learned from Mrs. Harris before
1832.
| 1 |
There waur aucht an forty nobles rade to the king's ha,
But bonnie Glenlogie was the flour o them a'. |
| 2 |
There waur aucht and forty nobles rade to the king's dine,
But bonnie Glenlogie was the flour o thrice nine. |
| 3 |
Bonnie Jeanie Melville cam trippin doun the stair,
An whan she saw Glenlogie her hairt it grew sair. |
| 4 |
. . . . .
'He's of the gay Gordons, his name it is John.' |
| 5 |
'Oh, Logie! Oh, Logie! Oh, Logie!' said she,
'If I get na Glenlogie, I surely will dee.' |
| 6 |
He turned him aboot, as the Gordons do a',
Says, I thank you, Lady Jeanie, but I'm promised awa. |
| 7 |
She called on her maidens her hands for to take,
An the rings from her fingers she did them a' break. |
| 8 |
'Oh, what is my lineage, or what is my make,
That such a fine lady suld dee for my sake?' |
| 9 |
Such a pretty wedding, as I have been told,
An bonnie Jeanie Melville was scarce sixteen years old. |
