To go to Glenlogie and bid Logie come.’
3
When he came to Glenlogie, it was ‘wash and go dine:’
‘Come in, my pretty boy, wash and go dine:’
‘It was no my father’s fashion, and I hope it’ll no be mine,
To run a lady’s hasty errand, then to go dine.
4
‘Here take this letter, Glenlogie,’ said he.
The first ane line that he read, a low smile gave he;
The next ane line that he read, the tear blinded his ee;