Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie
No: 238; variant: 238E
- THERE were four-and-twenty ladies dined i the Queen’s ha,
And Jean o Bethelnie was the flower o them a’.
- Four-and-twenty gentlemen rode thro Banchory fair,
But bonny Glenlogie was the flower that was there.
- Young Jean at a window she chanced to sit nigh,
And upon Glenlogie she fixed an eye.
- She calld on his best man, unto him did say,
O what is that knight’s name? or where does he stay?
- ‘He’s of the noble Gordons, of great birth and fame;
He stays at Glenlogie, Sir George is his name.’
- Then she wrote a broad letter, and wrote it in haste;
To send it Glenlogie, she thought it was best.
- Says, O brave Glenlogie, unto me be kind;
I’ve laid my love on you, and told you my mind.
- Then reading the letter, as he stood on the green,
Says, I leave you to judge, sirs; what does women mean?
- Then turnd about sprightly, as the Gordons do a’:
‘Lay not your love on me, I’m promisd awa.’
- When she heard this answer, her heart was like to break,
That she laid her love on him, and him so ungrate.
- Then she calld on her maidens to lay her to bed,
And take her fine jewels and lay them aside.
- ‘My seals and my signets, no more shall I crave;
But linen and trappin, a chest and a grave.’
- Her father stood by her, possesse:d with fear,
To see his dear daughter, possesse:d with care.
- Says, Hold your tongue, Jeannie, let all your folly be;
I’ll wed you to Dumfedline, he is better than he.
- ‘O hold your tongue, father, and let me alane;
If I getna Glenlogie, I’ll never have ane.
- ‘His bonny jimp middle, his black rolling eye,
If I getna Glenlogie, I’m sure I shall die.’
- But her father’s old chaplain, a man of great skill,
He wrote a broad letter, and penned it well.
- Saying, O brave Glenlogie, why must it be so?
A maid’s love laid on you, shall she die in her woe?
- Then reading the letter, his heart was like to break
That such a leal virgin should die for his sake.
- Then he calld on his footman, and likewise his groom,
Says, Get my horse saddled and bridle:d soon.
- Before the horse was saddled and brought to the yate,
Bonnie Glenlogie was five miles on foot.
- When he came to Bethelnie, he saw nothing there
But weeping and wailing, vexation and care.
- Then out spake her father, with the tear in his ee,
You’re welcome, Glenlogie, you’re welcome to me.
- ‘If ye make me welcome, as welcome’s ye say,
Ye’ll show me the chamber where Jeannie does lay.’
- Then one o her maidens took him by the hand,
To show him the chamber where Jeannie lay in.
- Before that she saw him, she was pale and wan;
But when she did see him, she grew ruddy again.
- ‘O turn, bonny Jeannie, turn you to your side;
For I’ll be the bridegroom, and ye’ll be the bride.’
- When Jeannie was married, her tocher down tauld,
Bonny Jean o Bethelnie was fifteen years auld.