8
When Glenlogie gat the letter, he was amang nobles a’,
. . . . . he lute his hat fa:
‘I wonder i the warld what women see at me,
For bonnie Jean o Belhelvie is a dying for me:’
9
He calld for his servant to saddle his steed,
. . . . . wi speed;
The horse was na saddled, but out on the green,
Till bonnie Glenlogie was some miles him leen.