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' I wonder i' the warld what women see at me, That bonny Jeanie Melville for my sake shou'd dee?
' O what is my lineage, or what is my make,
That bonny Jeanie Melville shou'd dee for my sake i
' Go saddle my black horse, go saddle him soon, Till I ride to Bethelnie, to see Lady Jean !'
When he came to Bethelnie, he rade round about, And he saw Jeanie's father at the window look out.
When he came to the gateway, small mirth was there; But was weepin' and wailin', a' tearin' their hair.
O pale and wan look'd she when Glenlogie came ben, But red ruddy grew she whene'er he sat down.
' Turn round Jeanie Melville, turn round to this side, And I'll be the bridegroom, and you'll be the bride! '
O 'twas a merry wedding and the portion down told, Of bonny Jeanie Melville, scarce sixteen years old!