‘Go saddle my black horse, go saddle him soon,
Till I ride to Bethelnie, to see Lady Jean!’
XIII
When he came to Bethelnie, he rade round about,
And he saw Jeanie’s father at the window look out.
XIV
When he came to the gateway, small mirth was there;
But was weepin’ and wailin’, a’ tearin’ their hair.
XV
O pale and wan look’d she when Glenlogie came ben,
But red ruddy grew she whene’er he sat down.
XVI
‘Turn round Jeanie Melville, turn round to this side,
And I’ll be the bridegroom, and you’ll be the bride!’