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THE DUKE OF GORDON'S DAUGHTER
' 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 ! '
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 I '—
' You are welcome, bonny Jennie Gordon,
You are dear welcome to me ; You are welcome, dear Jeanie Gordon,
But awa with your Ogilvie!'
Over-seas now went the Captain,
As a soldier under command; But a message soon folio w'd after,
To come home for to heir his land.
' O what does this mean V says the Captain ;
' Where's my brother's children three ?'— i They are a' o' them dead and buried:
Come home, pretty Captain Ogilvie ! f