3 When they came to Glendinning gate, They lighted on the green; There many a Highland lord spoke free, But fair Annie she spake nane. 4 When bells were rung, and mass begun, And a’ men bound for bed, Bonnie Annie Livingstone Was in her chamber laid. 5 ‘O gin it were but day, kind sir! O gin it were but day! O gin it were but day, kind sir, That I might win away!’ 6 ‘Your steed stands in the stall, bonnie Ann, Eating corn and hay, And you are in Glendinning’s arms; What need ye long for day?’ 7 ‘O fetch me paper, pen, and ink, A candle that I may see, And I will write a long letter To Jemmy at Dundee.’ 8 When Jemmie looked the letter on, A loud laughter gave he; But eer he read the letter oer The tear blinded his ee. 9 ‘Gar saddle,’ he cried, ‘my war-horse fierce, Warn a’ my trusty clan, And I’ll away to Glendinning Castle And see my sister Ann.’ 10 When he came to Glendinning yet, He lighted on the green, But ere that he wan up the stair Fair Annie she was gane. 11 ‘The Highlands were not for thee, bonnie Ann, The Highlands were not for thee, And they that would have thy favour won Should have brought you home to me. 12 ‘O I will kiss thy cherry cheeks, And I will kiss thy chin, And I will kiss thy rosy lips, For they will neer kiss mine.’ * * * * * E Kinloch MSS, V, 355, in the handwriting of John Hill Burton. 1 Bonny Baby Livingstone Went out to view the hay, And by there came a Hieland lord, And he’s stown Baby away. 2 He’s stown her in her coat, her coat, And he’s stown her in her gown, And he let not her look back again Ere she was many a mile from town. 3 He set her on a milk-white steed, Himself upon another, And they are on to bonny Lochell, Like sister and like brother. 4 The bells were rung, the mass was sung, And all men bound to bed, And Baby and her Hieland lord They were both in one chamber laid. 5 ‘Oh day, kind sir! Oh day, kind sir! Oh day fain would I see! I would gie a’ the lands o Livingstone For day-light, to lat me see.’ 6 ‘Oh day, Baby? Oh day, Baby? What needs you long for day? Your steed is in a good stable, And he’s eating baith corn and hay. 7 ‘Oh day, Baby? Oh day, Baby? What needs you long for day? You’r lying in a good knight’s arms, What needs you long for day?’ 8 ‘Ye’ll get me paper, pen, and ink, And light to let me see, Till I write on a broad letter And send ‘t to Lord ...’ * * * * * #A.#