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,