‘O wae’s me heart, Jeanie, your tocher’s oure sma;
Lay na your love on me, for I’m promised awa.’
4
She called for the servant to show her a room,
Likewise for a handmaid to mak her bed doun;
Wi that Jeanie’s father cam stepping on the floor,
Says, What is the matter my dochter lies here?
5
‘Forgie, honourd father, my folly,’ said she,
‘But for the sake o Glenlogie your dochter will dee:’