Lady Jeanie had not been married
A year but only three,
Till she had a babe upon every arm
And another upon her knee.
XV
‘O but I’m weary of wand’rin’!
O but my fortune is bad!
It sets not the Duke of Gordon’s daughter
To follow a soldier lad.
XVI
‘O but I’m weary, weary wand’rin’!
O but I think it lang!
It sets not the Duke of Gordon’s daughter
To follow a single man.
XVII
‘O hold thy tongue, Jeanie Gordon,
O hold thy tongue, my lamb!
For once I was a noble captain,
Now for thy sake a single man.’
XVIII
But when they came to the Highland hills,
Cold was the frost and snow;
Lady Jean’s shoes they were all torn,
No farther could she go.