. . . . cam trippin downstair,
An she fancied Glenlogie ower a’ that was there.
3
She called on the footman that ran by his side,
Says, What is that man’s name, an where does he bide?
4
‘His name is Glenlogie when he goes from home.
But he’s of the great Gordons, an his name is Lord John.’
5
‘Glenlogie! Glenlogie! Glenlogie!’ said she,