‘The laird o’ Clennel bears my bow, The laird o’ Brandon bears my brand; Whene’er they ride i’ the Border-side, They’ll mind the fate o’ the laird Troughend.’ FOOTNOTES: [1268] stot = steer. [1269] mort = death of the deer. [1270] graith’d = harnessed, in armour. [1271] fankit = entangled. [1272] airt = direction. _147. Baby Livingston_ I O bonny Baby Livingston Went forth to view the hay, And by it came him Glenlyon, Sta’ bonny Baby away. II O first he’s ta’en her silken coat, And neist her satten gown, Syne row’d[1273] her in a tartan plaid, And hap’d her roun’ and roun’. III He has set her upon his steed And roundly rode away, And ne’er loot her look back again The live-long summer’s day. IV He’s carried her o’er hills and muirs Till they came to a Highland glen, And there he’s met his brother John, With twenty armèd men. V O there were cows, and there were ewes, And lasses milking there! But Baby ne’er ance look’d about, Her heart was fill’d wi’ care. VI Glenlyon took her in his arms, And kiss’d her, cheek and chin; Says, ‘I’d gie a’ these cows and ewes But ae kind look to win.’-- VII ‘O ae kind look ye ne’er shall get, Nor win a smile frae me, Unless to me you’ll favour shew, And take me to Dundee.’-- VIII ‘Dundee, Baby? Dundee, Baby? Dundee you ne’er shall see Till I’ve carried you to Glenlyon And have my bride made thee. IX ‘We’ll stay a while at Auchingour, And get sweet milk and cheese, And syne we’ll gang to Glenlyon, And there live at our ease.’-- X ‘I winna stay at Auchingour, Nor eat sweet milk and cheese, Nor go with thee to Glenlyon, For there I’ll ne’er find ease.’ XI Then out it spake his brother John, ‘O were I in your place, I’d take that lady hame again, For a’ her bonny face. XII ‘Commend me to the lass that’s kind, Tho’ na so gently born; And, gin her heart I coudna gain, To take her hand I’d scorn.’-- XIII ‘O haud your tongue now, John,’ he says, ‘You wis na what you say; For I have lo’ed that bonny face This twelve month and a day. XIV ‘And tho’ I’ve lo’ed her lang and sair, A smile I ne’er cou’d win; Yet what I’ve got ance in my power To keep I think nae sin.’ XV When they came to Glenlyon Castle, They lighted at the yate, And out it came his sisters three, Wha did them kindly greet. XVI O they’ve ta’en Baby by the hands And led her o’er the green, And ilka lady spake a word, But bonny Baby spake nane. XVII Then out it spake her bonny Jean, The youngest o’ the three; ‘O lady, dinna look sae sad, But tell your grief to me.’-- XVIII