Doun cam' an English gentleman, Doun frae the English border; And he is for this bonnie lass, To keep his house in order. He asked her father, he asked her mither, And a' the lave o' her kin; But he never asked the lassie hersel' Till on her wedding-e'en. But she has wrote a lang letter, And sealed it wi' her han'; And sent it away to Lamington, To gar him understan'. The first line o' the letter he read, He was baith fain and glad; But or he has read the letter o'er, He's turned baith wan and sad. Then he has sent a messenger, To rin through a' his land; And four and twenty armed men Were sune at his command. But he has left his merry men all, Left them on the lee; And he's awa' to the wedding-house, To see what he could see. They all rase up to honor him, For he was of high renown; They all rase up to welcome him, And bade him to sit down. O meikle was the gude red wine In silver cups did flow; But aye she drank to Lamington, And fain with him wad go. "O come ye here to fight, young lord? Or come ye here to play? Or come ye here to drink gude wine Upon the wedding-day?" "I come na here to fight," he said, "I come na here to play; I'll but lead a dance wi' the bonny bride, And mount and go my way." He's caught her by the milk-white hand, And by the grass-green sleeve; He's mounted her hie behind himsel', At her kinsfolk spier'd na leave. It's up, it's up the Couden bank, It's doun the Couden brae; And aye they made the trumpet soun, "It's a' fair play!" Now a' ye lords and gentlemen That be of England born, Come ye na doun to Scotland thus, For fear ye get the scorn! They'll feed ye up wi' flattering words, And play ye foul play; They'll dress you frogs instead of fish Upon your wedding-day! * * * * * GLENLOGIE. Threescore o' nobles rade to the king's ha', But bonnie Glenlogie's the flower o' them a'; Wi' his milk-white steed and his bonny black e'e, "Glenlogie, dear mither, Glenlogie for me!" "O haud your tongue, dochter, ye'll get better than he." "O say na sae, mither, for that canna be; Though Drumlie is richer, and greater than he, Yet if I maun lo'e him, I'll certainly dee. "Where will I get a bonny boy, to win hose and shoon, Will gae to Glenlogie, and come again soon?" "O here am I, a bonny boy, to win hose and shoon, Will gae to Glenlogie, and come again soon." When he gaed to Glenlogie, 'twas "Wash and go dine," 'Twas "Wash ye, my pretty boy, wash and go dine." "O 'twas ne'er my father's fashion, and it ne'er shall be mine, To gar a lady's errand wait till I dine. "But there is, Glenlogie, a letter for thee." The first line he read, a low smile ga'e he; The next line he read, the tear blindit his e'e; But the last line he read, he gart the table flee.