‘Where is your sister, maidens? Where is your sister now? Say, what is become of your sister, That she is not walking with you?’ VII ‘O pardon us, honour’d father, O pardon us!’ they did say; ‘Lady Jean is wed with Captain Ogilvie, And from him she will not stay.’ VIII [Then an angry man the Duke rade on] Till he came to bonny Aberdeen, And there did he see brave Captain Ogilvie A-training of his men on the green. IX ‘O woe be to thee, thou Captain Ogilvie! And an ill death thou shalt dee. For taking to thee my daughter Jean High hangit shalt thou be.’ X The Duke has written a broad letter, To the King [with his own han’;] It was to hang Captain Ogilvie If ever he hang’d a man. XI ‘I will not hang Captain Ogilvie For no lord that I see; But I’ll gar him put off the broad scarlèt, And put on the single liver[582]ỳ.’ XII Now word came to Captain Ogilvie, In the chamber where he lay, To cast off the gold lace and scarlet, And put on the single liverỳ. XIII ‘If this be for bonny Jeanie Gordon, This penance I can take wi’; If this be for dear Jeanie Gordon, All this and mair will I dree[583].’ XIV Lady Jeanie had not been married A year but only three, Till she had a babe upon every arm And another upon her knee. XV ‘O but I’m weary of wand’rin’! O but my fortune is bad! It sets not the Duke of Gordon’s daughter To follow a soldier lad. XVI ‘O but I’m weary, weary wand’rin’! O but I think it lang! It sets not the Duke of Gordon’s daughter To follow a single man. XVII ‘O hold thy tongue, Jeanie Gordon, O hold thy tongue, my lamb! For once I was a noble captain, Now for thy sake a single man.’ XVIII But when they came to the Highland hills, Cold was the frost and snow; Lady Jean’s shoes they were all torn, No farther could she go. XIX ‘Now woe to the hills and the mountains! Woe to the wind and the rain! My feet is sair wi’ going barefoot: No farther can I gang. XX ‘O were I in the glens o’ Foudlen, Where hunting I have been, I would go to bonny Castle Gordon, There I’d get hose and sheen[584]!’ XXI When they came to bonny Castle Gordon, And standing on the green, The porter out with loud loud shout, ‘O here comes our Lady Jean!’-- XXII ‘You are welcome, bonny Jeanie Gordon, You are dear welcome to me; You are welcome, dear Jeanie Gordon, But awa’ with your Ogilvie!’ XXIII Over-seas now went the Captain, As a soldier under command; But a message soon follow’d after, To come home for to heir his land. XXIV