There were four and twenty nobles rode to the king's hall, And bonny Glenlogie was the flow'r of them all. And bonnie Jean Gordon came running downstairs And fell in love with Glenlogie above all that was there. She sent for the footman that run by his side, Saying, “Who is that young man and where does he bide?” “His name is Glenlogie when he is from home, And he's of the gay Gordons and his name is Lord John.” “Glenlogie, Glenlogie, and you will prove kind, I have laid my love on you until in my mind.” He turned around lightly as the Gordons do all Says, “I thank you, Lady Jeannie, but I'm promised away.” She sends for her ladies a bed for to make, And the rings from off her finger she did them all break. “So it is there a bonny boy who would won a gold band, Who would rode to Glenlogie and bid my love come?” When Glenlogie got the letter, a loud laugh laughed he, But when he had read it the tears blinded his eye. Saying, “What is my lineage or what is my make, That such a bonnie lady should die for my sake?” When he came to her castle, no mirth there was there But was weeping and wailing and tearing the hair. And pale and wan was she when Glenlogie came in But red and rose grew she when she saw it was him. “Turn around, bonnie Jeannie, turn around on your side, And I'll be the bridegroom and you'll be the bride.” And it was a merry wedding and a fortune done told, And bonnie Jean Gordon scarce sixteen years old. http://song5.ru
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