Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (1863–1944). The Oxford Book of Ballads. 1910.
8585. Glenlogie
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But bonny Glenlogie was the flow’r o’ them a’.
Lady Jeanie Melville cam’ trippin’ down the stair;
When she saw Glenlogie her hairt it grew sair.
She call’d to the footman that ran by his side:
Says, ‘What is your lord’s name, an’ where does he bide?’—
‘His name is Glenlogie when he is from home:
He’s of the gay Gordons, his name it is John.’—
‘Glenlogie, Glenlogie, an you will prove kind,
My love is laid on you; I am tellin’ my mind.’—
He turn’d about lightly, as the Gordons do a’;
Says, ‘I thank you, Lady Jeanie, but I’m promised awa’.’
She call’d on her maidens her bed for to make,
Her rings from her fingers she did them a’ break.
‘Where will I get a bonny boy, to win hose and shoon,
To go to Glenlogie and bid Logie come?’
When Glenlogie got the letter, amang noblemen,
‘I wonder,’ said Glenlogie, ‘what does young women mean?
‘I wonder i’ the warld what women see at me,
That bonny Jeanie Melville for my sake shou’d dee?
‘O what is my lineage, or what is my make,
That bonny Jeanie Melville shou’d dee for my sake?
‘Go saddle my black horse, go saddle him soon,
Till I ride to Bethelnie, to see Lady Jean!’
When he came to Bethelnie, he rade round about,
And he saw Jeanie’s father at the window look out.
When he came to the gateway, small mirth was there;
But was weepin’ and wailin’, a’ tearin’ their hair.
O pale and wan look’d she when Glenlogie came ben,
But red ruddy grew she whene’er he sat down.
‘Turn round Jeanie Melville, turn round to this side,
And I’ll be the bridegroom, and you’ll be the bride!’
O ’twas a merry weddin’, and the portion down told,
Of bonny Jeanie Melville, scarce sixteen years old!