‘Now woe to the hills and the mountains!
Woe to the wind and the rain!
My feet is sair wi’ going barefoot:
No farther can I gang.
XX
‘O were I in the glens o’ Foudlen,
Where hunting I have been,
I would go to bonny Castle Gordon,
There I’d get hose and sheen[584]!’
XXI
When they came to bonny Castle Gordon,
And standing on the green,
The porter out with loud loud shout,
‘O here comes our Lady Jean!’—
XXII
‘You are welcome, bonny Jeanie Gordon,
You are dear welcome to me;
You are welcome, dear Jeanie Gordon,
But awa’ with your Ogilvie!’
XXIII
Over-seas now went the Captain,
As a soldier under command;
But a message soon follow’d after,
To come home for to heir his land.