Lady Jeanie Melville cam’ trippin’ down the stair;
When she saw Glenlogie her hairt it grew sair.
III
She call’d to the footman that ran by his side:
Says, ‘What is your lord’s name, an’ where does he bide?’—
IV
‘His name is Glenlogie when he is from home:
He’s of the gay Gordons, his name it is John.’—
V
‘Glenlogie, Glenlogie, an you will prove kind,
My love is laid on you; I am tellin’ my mind.’—
VI
He turn’d about lightly, as the Gordons do a’;
Says, ‘I thank you, Lady Jeanie, but I’m promised awa’.’