Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie
No: 238; variant: 238I
- ‘THERE’S fifty young nobles rides up the king’s hall
And bonny Glenlogie’s the flower of them all;
Wi his milk-white steed, and his black rolling ee,
If I get na Glenlogie, it’s certain I’ll die.
- ‘Where will I get a bonny boy, to win hose and shoon,
To go to Glenlogie and bid Logie come?’
‘Here am I pretty boy, to win baith hose and shoon,
To go to Glenlogie and bid Logie come.’
- When he came to Glenlogie, it was ‘wash and go dine:’
‘Come in, my pretty boy, wash and go dine:’
‘It was no my father’s fashion, and I hope it’ll no be mine,
To run a lady’s hasty errand, then to go dine.
- ‘Here take this letter, Glenlogie,’ said he.
The first ane line that he read, a low smile gave he;
The next ane line that he read, the tear blinded his ee;
But the next line that he read he garrd the table flee.
- ‘O saddle to me the black horse, saddle to me the brown,
Saddle to me the swiftest horse that eer rode frae the town:’
But lang or the horses could be brought to the green
Bonnie Glenlogie was twa mile his lean.
- When he came to Glenfeldy’s gates, little mirth was there,
Bonie Jean’s mother was tearing her hair:
‘You’re welcome, Glenlogie, you’re welcome to me,
You’re welcome, Glenlogie, your Jeanie to see.’
- O pale and wan was she when Logie came in,
But red and rosy grew she wheneer he sat down;
‘O turn you, bonie Jeanie, O turn you to me,
For, if you’ll be the bride, the bridegroom I will be.’