As Baby at her window stood,
The west wind saft did bla’;
She heard her Johny’s well-kent voice
Beneath the castle wa’.
XXXIII
‘O Baby, haste, the window jump!
I’ll kep you in my arm;
My merry men a’ are at the yate,
To rescue you frae harm.’
XXXIV
She’s to the window fixt her sheets
And slippèd safely down,
And Johny catch’d her in his arms,
Ne’er loot her touch the ground.
XXXV
She’s mounted on her Johny’s horse,
Fu’ blithely can she say,—
‘Glenlyon, you hae lost your bride!
She’s aff wi’ Johny Hay!’
XXXVI
Glenlyon and his brother John
Were birling in the ha’,
When they heard Johny’s bridle ring,
As fast he rade awa’.