Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie
No: 238; variant: 238C
- THERE 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.’