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and twenty noblemen they rode thro Banchory fair, But bonnie Glenlogie was flower [of a'] that was there. Four and twenty noblemen rode from Banchory ha, But bonnie Glenlogie he was flower of them a'. 'O bonnie Glenlogie, be constant and kind, An, bonnie Glenlogie, I'll tell you my mind. . . so frank and so free, . . and I get na Glenlogie, I'll die.' 'O bonnie Jeanie, your portion's but sma To lay your love on me, that's promist awa.' Her cherry cheeks grew pale an wan; with the tear in her ee, 'Gin I get na Glenlogie, I surely will die.' Ben came her father, steps to her bowr: 'Dear Jeanie, you'r acting the part of a [whore]. 'You're seeking ane that cares na for thee; Ye's get Lord William, let Glenlogie be.' 'O had you still, father, let your folly be; Gin I get na Glenlogie, I surely will die.' Ben came her mother, steps on the floor: 'Dear daughter Jeanie, you're acting the [whore], 'Seeking of ane that cares na for thee; For ye'll get Lord William, let Glenlogie be.' 'O had your tongue, mother, and let me be; An I get na Glenlogie, I surely will die.' O ben came her father's chaplain, a man of great skill, And he has written a broad letter, and he has pennd it well. H'as pennd it well, an sent it awa To bonnie Glenlogie, the flower of them a'. When he got the letter, his tears did down fa 'Srrhe'slaid her love on me, that was promist awa.' He calld on his servant wi speed, and bade him saddle his horses, and bridle them a': 'For she has laid her love on me, altho I was promist awa.' The horses were saddled wi speed, but ere they came he was four mile awa, To Jean of Bethelny, the flowr of them a'. But when he came to her bowr she was pale and wan, But she grew red and ruddy when Glenlogie came in. 'Cheer up, bonnie Jeannie, ye are flowr o them a'; I have laid my love on you, altho I was promist awa.' Her beauty was charming, her tocher down tauld; Bonnie Jean of Bethelny was scarce fifteen year auld. = = and twenty nobles sits in the king's ha, Bonnie Glenlogie is the flower among them a'. In came Lady Jean, skipping on the floor, And she has chosen Glenlogie 'mong a' that was there. She turned to his footman, and thus she did say: Oh, what is his name? and where does he stay? 'His name is Glenlogie, when he is from home; He is of the gay Gordons, his name it is John.' 'Glenlogie, Glenlogie, an you will prove kind, My love is laid on you; I am telling my mind.' He turned about lightly, as the Gordons does a': 'I thank you, Lady Jean, my loves is promised awa.' She called on her maidens her bed for to make, Her rings and her jewels all from her to take. In came Jeanie's father, a wae man was he; Says, I'll wed you to Drumfendrich, he has mair gold than he. Her father's own chaplain, being a man of great skill, He wrote him a letter, and indited it well. The first lines he looked at, a light laugh laughed he; But ere he read through it the tears blindid his ee. Oh, pale and wan looked she when Glenlogie cam in, But even rosy grew she when Glenlogie sat down. 'Turn round, Jeanie Melville, turn round to this side, And I'll be the bridegroom, and you'll be the bride.' Oh, 'twas a merry wedding, and the portion down told, Of bonnie Jeanie Melville, who was scarce sixteen years old. = = was three score o nobles sat at the king's dine, An bonny Glenlogie was flower o thrice nine. * * * * . . cam trippin downstair, An she fancied Glenlogie ower a' that was there. She called on the footman that ran by his side, Says, What is that man's name, an where does he bide? 'His name is Glenlogie when he goes from home, But he's of the great Gordons, an his name is Lord John.' 'Glenlogie! Glenlogie! Glenlogie!' said she, 'An for bonnie Glenlogie I surely will die.' She called on her maidens to make her her bed, . . . . . * * * * When Glenlogie got the letter, amang noblemen, 'Dear me,' said Glenlogie, 'what does young women mean!' Then up spake his father, Let it never be said That such a fine lady should die for your sake. 'Go saddle my black horse, go saddle him soon, Till I go to Bethelnie, to see Lady Jean.' When he got to Behtelnie, there was naebody there But was weeping an wailing an tearing their hair. * * * * 'Turn round, Jeanie Gordon, turn round to the side; I'll be the bridegroom, an ye's be the bride.' = = waur aucht an forty nobles rade to the king's ha, But bonnie Glenlogie was the flour o them a'. There waur aucht and forty nobles rade to the king's dine, But bonnie Glenlogie was the flour o thrice nine. Bonnie Jeanie Melville cam trippin doun the stair, An whan she saw Glenlogie her hairt it grew sair. . . . . .