"You're welcome, pretty Captain Ogilvie,
Your fortune's advanced I hear;110
No stranger can come unto my gates,
That I do love so dear."
"Sir, the last time I was at your gates,
You would not let me in;
I'm come for my wife and children,115
No friendship else I claim."
"Come in, pretty Captain Ogilvie,
And drink of the beer and the wine;
And thou shalt have gold and silver,
To count till the clock strike nine."120
"I'll have none of your gold and silver,
Nor none of your white money;
But I'll have bonny Jeany Gordon;
And she shall go now with me."
Then she came tripping down the stair,125
With the tear into her eye;
One babe was at her foot,
Another upon her knee.
"You're welcome, bonny Jeany Gordon,
With my young family;130
Mount and go to Northumberland,
There a countess thou shalt be."