Will it begin?
Yeah.
There were four and twenty nobles stood at the king's hall, and bonnie Glenloggie was
floor o' them hall.
There were nine and nine nobles rode round Banchery Fair, and bonnie Glenloggie was floor
o' them there.
Then come Jeannie Gordon, she come trippin' down stairs, and she's fallin' in love with
Glenloggie.
Howrah, that was there.
She called on his foot-boy that stood by his side, now who is that young man and far does
he bide?
His name is Glenloggie, when he is at aim, and he's o' the gay Gordons, and his name
is Lord John.
Glenloggie, Glenloggie, you'll be constant and kind, I've laid my love on you and your
eye in my mind.
He turned him roon quickly, as the Gordons do, ah, says he thank ye, Jeannie Gordon,
that your daughter's o'er small.
Her father was a chaplain, and a man o' great skill, and he penned a bread letter, and he
penned it right well.
When he looked on the letter, a light laugh left he, but when he read the letter, the
tear blend is he.
Go saddle the black horse, and saddle the broon, bonnie Jean, o' Bethelny, I'll bid
thee dare I when, and pale and worn was she when Glenloggie come in, but reed and rosy
grew she when she kent it was him.
O' Bethelny, o' Bethelny, it shines where it stands, and the heather bells o'er it shines
o'er Fivies land.