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Harris MS., 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 an 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
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‘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.