_85. Glenlogie_ I Four-and-twenty nobles rade to the King’s ha’, But bonny Glenlogie was the flow’r o’ them a’. II Lady Jeanie Melville cam’ trippin’ down the stair; When she saw Glenlogie her hairt it grew sair. III She call’d to the footman that ran by his side: Says, ‘What is your lord’s name, an’ where does he bide?’-- IV ‘His name is Glenlogie when he is from home: He’s of the gay Gordons, his name it is John.’-- V ‘Glenlogie, Glenlogie, an you will prove kind, My love is laid on you; I am tellin’ my mind.’-- VI He turn’d about lightly, as the Gordons do a’; Says, ‘I thank you, Lady Jeanie, but I’m promised awa’.’ VII She call’d on her maidens her bed for to make, Her rings from her fingers she did them a’ break. VIII ‘Where will I get a bonny boy, to win hose and shoon, To go to Glenlogie and bid Logie come?’ IX When Glenlogie got the letter, amang noblemen, ‘I wonder,’ said Glenlogie, ‘what does young women mean? X ‘I wonder i’ the warld what women see at me, That bonny Jeanie Melville for my sake shou’d dee? XI ‘O what is my lineage, or what is my make, That bonny Jeanie Melville shou’d dee for my sake? XII ‘Go saddle my black horse, go saddle him soon, Till I ride to Bethelnie, to see Lady Jean!’ XIII When he came to Bethelnie, he rade round about, And he saw Jeanie’s father at the window look out. XIV When he came to the gateway, small mirth was there; But was weepin’ and wailin’, a’ tearin’ their hair. XV O pale and wan look’d she when Glenlogie came ben, But red ruddy grew she whene’er he sat down. XVI ‘Turn round Jeanie Melville, turn round to this side, And I’ll be the bridegroom, and you’ll be the bride!’ XVII O ’twas a merry weddin’, and the portion down told, Of bonny Jeanie Melville, scarce sixteen years old! _86. Lady Elspat_ I ‘O brent’s[532] your brow, my Lady Elspat; O gowden yellow is your hair! Of a’ the maids o’ fair Scotland There’s nane like Lady Elspat fair.’ II ‘Perform your vows,’ she says, ‘Sweet William; The vows which ye ha’ made to me; And at the back o’ my mither’s castle This night I’ll surely meet wi’ thee.’ III But wae be to her brother’s page, Wha heard the words this twa did say! He’s tauld them to her lady mither, Wha wrought Sweet William mickle wae. IV For she’s ta’en him, Sweet William, And she’s gar’d bind him wi’s bow-string. Till the red blood o’ his fair body Frae ilka nail o’ his hand did spring. V O it fell ance upon a time That the Lord Justice came to town; Out she has ta’en him, Sweet William, Brought him before the Lord Justice boun’. VI