But the next line that he read he garrd the table flee.
5
‘O saddle to me the black horse, saddle to me the brown,
Saddle to me the swiftest horse that eer rode frae the town:’
But lang or the horses could be brought to the green
Bonie Glenlogie was twa mile his lean.
6
When he came to Glenfeldy’s gates, little mirth was there,
Bonie Jean’s mother was tearing her hair:
‘You’re welcome, Glenlogie, you’re welcome to me,