Classic Poem

Four and twenty nobles sits in the king's ha,
Bonnie Glenlogie is the flower among them a'.

In came Lady Jean, skipping on the floor,
And she has chosen Glenlogie 'mong a' that was there.

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."

" Glenlogie, Glenlogie, an you will prove kind,
My love is laid on you; I am telling my mind."

He turned about lightly, as the Gordons does a':
" I thank you, Lady Jean, my loves is promised awa."

She called on her maidens her bed for to make,
Her rings and her jewels all from her to take.

In came Jeanie's father, a wae man was he;
Says, I 'll wed you to Drumfendrich, he has mair gold than he.

Her father's own chaplain, being a man of great skill,
He wrote him a letter, and indited it well.

The first lines he looked at, a light laugh laughed he;
But ere he read through it the tears blinded his ee.

Oh, pale and wan looked she when Glenlogie cam in,
But even rosy grew she when Glenlogie sat down.

" Turn round, Jeanie Melville, turn round to this side,
And I 'll be the bridegroom, and you 'll be the bride."

Oh, 't was a merry wedding, and the portion down told,
Of bonnie Jeanie Melville, who was scarce sixteen years old.