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GLENLOGIE. |
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When he cam' to Glenfeldy's door, little mirth was there; 25
Bonnie Jean's mother was tearing her hair ;
"Ye're welcome, Glenlogie, ye're welcome," said she,
" Ye're welcome, Glenlogie, your Jeanie to see."
Pale and wan was she, when Glenlogie gaed
ben, But red and rosy grew she whene'er he sat
down; so
She turned awa' her head, but the smile was
in her e'e, " 0 binna feared, mither, I'll maybe no dee." |
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