‘O what does this mean?’ says the Captain; ‘Where’s my brother’s children three?’-- ‘They are a’ o’ them dead and buried: Come home, pretty Captain Ogilvie!’ XXV ‘Then hoist up your sail,’ says the Captain, ‘And we’ll hie back owre the sea; And I’ll gae to bonny Castle Gordon, There my dear Jeanie to see.’ XXVI He came to bonny Castle Gordon, And upon the green stood he: The porter out with a loud loud shout, ‘Here comes our Captain Ogilvie!’-- XXVII ‘You’re welcome, pretty Captain Ogilvie, Your fortune’s advanced, I hear; No stranger can come to my castle That I do love so dear.’-- XXVIII ‘Put up your hat, Duke of Gordon; Let it fa’ not from your head. It never set the noble Duke of Gordon To bow to a single soldier lad. XXIX ‘Sir, the last time I was at your Castle, You would not let me in; Now I’m come for my wife and children, No friendship else I claim.’ XXX Down the stair Lady Jean came tripping, With the saut tear in her e’e; She had a babe in every arm, And another at her knee. XXXI The Captain took her straight in his arms, --O a happy man was he!-- Saying, ‘Welcome, bonny Jeanie Gordon, My Countess o’ Cumberland to be!’ FOOTNOTES: [582] single livery = private’s uniform. [583] dree = endure. [584] sheen = shoes. _95. The Bonny Earl of Murray_ I Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands, O where hae ye been? They hae slain the Earl of Murray, And hae laid him on the green. II Now wae be to thee, Huntley! And whairfore did ye sae! I bade you bring him wi’ you, But forbade you him to slay. III He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring; And the bonny Earl of Murray, O he might hae been a king! IV He was a braw gallant, And he play’d at the ba’; And the bonny Earl of Murray Was the flower amang them a’! V He was a braw gallant, And he play’d at the gluve; And the bonny Earl of Murray, O he was the Queen’s luve! VI O lang will his Lady Look owre the Castle Downe, Ere she see the Earl of Murray Come sounding through the town! _96. Bonny George Campbell_ I Hie upon Hielands, And laigh[585] upon Tay, Bonny George Campbell Rade out on a day: Saddled and bridled, Sae gallant to see, Hame cam’ his gude horse, But never cam’ he. II Down ran his auld mither, Greetin[586]’ fu’ sair; Out ran his bonny bride, Reaving[587] her hair; ‘My meadow lies green, And my corn is unshorn, My barn is to bigg[588], And my babe is unborn.’ III