The first line that he read,
A light laugh gave he;
The next line that he read,
The tear fill'd each e'e:
"Oh, what a man am I,
That a leal heart should break?
Or that sic a fair maid
Should die for my sake?
"Go, saddle my horse,
Go, saddle him soon,
Go, saddle the swiftest
E'er rode frae the toun."
But ere it was saddled,
And brought to the door,
Glenlogie was on the road
Three miles or more.
When he came to her father's,
Great grief there was there;
There was weepin' and wailin',
And sabbin' full sair.
Oh, pale and wan was she
When Glenlogie gaed in;
But she grew red and rosy
When Glenlogie gaed ben.
Then out spake her father,
With tears in each e'e:
"You're welcome, Glenlogie,
You're welcome to me."
And out spake her mother:
"You're welcome," said she;
"You're welcome, Glenlogie,
Your Jeanie to see."
"Oh, turn, Ladye Jeanie,
Turn round to this side,
And I'll be the bridegroom,
And you'll be the bride."
Oh, it was a blythe wedding,
As ever was seen;
And bonnie Jeanie Melville
Was scarcely sixteen.
Old Ballad.
INTERLEAVES
Life Lessons
"They also serve who only stand and wait."