"He is a lord from the Border side, "O where will I get a bonnie boy, "O here am I, a bonnie boy, "Where ye find the brigs broken, And when ye come to Lamington, your breist, But set your bent bow to Bid him mind the words that he last spoke, And bid him saddle, and ride full fast, Where'er he fand the brigs broken, And when he cam to Lamington, But set his bent bow to his breist, "What news, what news, my bonnie boy? What news hae ye to me?" "Bad news, bad news, my lord," he said; "Your lady awa will be. Ye're bidden mind the words ye last spak, O he has sent a messenger Richt quickly through the land, And four-and-twenty armed men Were sune at his command. The bride looked out at a high window, And she was aware of her first true love, She scoffed him, and scorned him, And said, "It was the Fairy Court, But he has left his merry-men all; When he cam to the wedding-house, The cups of gold, with good red wine, When he gaed into the wedding-house, There were four-and-twenty belted knichts, They all rose up to honour him; O meikle was the gude red wine, O meikle was the gude red wine, When Lymington did call on her, But when Lamington did whisper her, "Now, cam ye here for sport ?" they said, "Or cam ye here for play? Or for a sicht of our bonnie bride, "I came not here for sport," he said; They set her maids behind her back, * This seems an allusion to the ancient sport of the Round Table. But the first question he asked her, It is a glass o' the blude-red wine, He has taen her by the milk-white hand, "Now take your bride, Lord Lymington! There were four-and-twenty bonnie boys, A' clad in Johnstone-grey; * They said they would take the bride again, Some o' them were richt willing men ; And four-and-twenty Leader lads Bade them mount and ride awa. Then whingers flew frae gentles' sides, The blood ran doun by Cadden bank, * Johnstone-grey-the livery of the ancient Border family of Johnstone. And, sighing, said the bonnie bride, My blessing on your heart, sweit thing! Now, a' ye English gentlemen, They'll feed ye up wi' flattering words, GLENLOGIE.* Four-and-twenty nobles sits in the king's ha'; In cam Lady Jean, skipping on the floor, She turned to his footman, and thus she did say: "Oh, what is his name, and where does he stay?" "His name is Glenlogie, when he is from home. He is of the gay Gordons; † his name it is John." (From "The Ballad Book," 1824. The Gordons, who form a numerous and most respectable clan in the counties of Aberdeen and Banff, are, or were, always styled, in popular parlance, "the gay Gordons," probably from peculiarity of character. "He turned about lichtly, as the Gordons does a'," |