They rode on through moss and muir, And so did they owre mountains many, Until they cam to yonder glen, And she's lain doun wi' her hieland laddie. 40 Gude green hay was Peggy's bed, And brakens war her blankets bonnie; Wi' his tartan plaid aneath her head, And she's lain doun wi' her hieland laddie. "There's beds and bowsters in my father's house, 45 There's sheets and blankets, and a' thing ready, And wadna they be angry wi' me, To see me lie sae wi' a hieland laddie." "Tho' there's beds and beddin in your father's house, Sheets and blankets and a' made ready, 50 Yet why sud they be angry wi' thee, Though I be but a hieland laddie? "It's I hae fifty acres of land, It's a' plow'd and sawn already; I am Donald the Lord of Skye, 55 And why sud na Peggy be call'd a lady? "I hae fifty gude milk kye, A' tied to the staws already; I am Donald the Lord of Skye, And why sud na Peggy be call'd a lady! 60 "See ye no a' yon castles and tow'rs? The sun sheens owre them a sae bonnie; I am Donald the Lord of Skye, I think I'll mak ye as blythe as onie. "A' that Peggy left behind 65 Was a cot-house and a wee kail-yardie; Now I think she is better by far, Than tho' she had got a lawland lairdie." GLENLOGIE. First published in the fourth volume of Smith's _Scottish Minstrel_. Great liberties, says Motherwell, have been taken with the songs in that work. Other versions are given in Sharpe's _Ballad Book_, and in Buchan's larger collection, i. 188, (_Jean o' Bethelnie's Love for Sir G. Gordon._) Three score o' nobles rade up the king's ha', But bonnie Glenlogie's the flower o' them a'; Wi' his milk-white steed and his bonnie black e'e, "Glenlogie, dear mither, Glenlogie for me!" "O haud your tongue, dochter, ye'll get better than he;" 5 "O say nae sae, mither, for that canna be; Though Drumlie is richer, and greater than he, Yet if I maun tak him, I'll certainly dee. "Where will I get a bonnie boy, to win hose and shoon, Will gae to Glenlogie, and cum again shun?"[L10] 10 "O here am I, a bonnie boy, to win hose and shoon, Will gae to Glenlogie, and cum again shun." 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, 15 To gar a lady's hasty errand wait till I dine. "But there is, Glenlogie, a letter for thee;" The first line that he read, a low smile ga'e he, The next line that he read, the tear blindit his e'e; But the last line that he read, he gart the table flee. 20