{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch238.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch238.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch238.htm","text":"238A.1 FOUR and twenty noblemen they rode thro Banchory fair,\nBut bonnie Glenlogie was flower [of a\u2019] that was there.\n238A.2 Four and twenty noblemen rode from Banchory ha,\nBut bonnie Glenlogie he was flower of them a\u2019.\n238A.3 \u2018O bonnie Glenlogie, be constant and kind,\nAn, bonnie Glenlogie, I\u2019ll tell you my mind.\n238A.4 . . so frank and so free,\n. . and I get na Glenlogie, I\u2019ll die.\u2019\n238A.5 \u2018O bonnie Jeanie, your portion\u2019s but sma\nTo lay your love on me, that\u2019s promist awa.\u2019\n238A.6 Her cherry cheeks grew pale an wan; with the tear in her ee,\n\u2018Gin I get na Glenlogie, I surely will die.\u2019\n238A.7 Ben came her father, steps to her bowr:\n\u2018Dear Jeanie, you\u2019r acting the part of a [whore].\n238A.8 \u2018You\u2019re seeking ane that cares na for thee;\nYe\u2019s get Lord William, let Glenlogie be.\u2019\n238A.9 \u2018O had you still, father, let your folly be;\nGin I get na Glenlogie, I surely will die.\u2019\n238A.10 Ben came her mother, steps on the floor:\n\u2018Dear daughter Jeanie, you\u2019re acting the [whore],\n238A.11 \u2018Seeking of ane that cares na for thee;\nFor ye\u2019ll get Lord William, let Glenlogie be.\u2019\n238A.12 \u2018O had your tongue, mother, and let me be;\nAn I get na Glenlogie, I surely will die.\u2019\n238A.13 O ben came her father\u2019s chaplain, a man of great skill,\nAnd he has written a broad letter, and he has pennd it well.\n238A.14 H\u2019as pennd it well, an sent it awa\nTo bonnie Glenlogie, the flower of them a\u2019.\n238A.15 When he got the letter, his tears did down fa\nRR\u2019Srrhe\u2019s laid her love on me, that was promist awa.\u2019\n238A.16 He calld on his servant wi speed, and bade him saddle his horses, and bridle them a\u2019:\n\u2018For she has laid her love on me, altho I was promist awa.\u2019\n238A.17 The horses were saddled wi speed, but ere they came he was four mile awa,\nTo Jean of Bethelny, the flowr of them a\u2019.\n238A.18 But when he came to her bowr she was pale and wan,\nBut she grew red and ruddy when Glenlogie came in.\n238A.19 \u2018Cheer up, bonnie Jeannie, ye are flowr o them a\u2019;\nI have laid my love on you, altho I was promist awa.\u2019\n238A.20 Her beauty was charming, her tocher down tauld;\nBonnie Jean of Bethelny was scarce fifteen year auld.\n238B: Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie\n238B.1 FOUR and twenty nobles sits in the king\u2019s ha,\nBonnie Glenlogie is the flower among them a\u2019.\n238B.2 In came Lady Jean, skipping on the floor,\nAnd she has chosen Glenlogie \u2019mong a\u2019 that was there.\n238B.3 She turned to his footman, and thus she did say:\nOh, what is his name? and where does he stay?\n238B.4 \u2018His name is Glenlogie, when he is from home;\nHe is of the gay Gordons, his name it is John.\u2019\n238B.5 \u2018Glenlogie, Glenlogie, an you will prove kind,\nMy love is laid on you; I am telling my mind.\u2019\n238B.6 He turned about lightly, as the Gordons does a\u2019:\n\u2018I thank you, Lady Jean, my loves is promised awa.\u2019\n238B.7 She called on her maidens her bed for to make,\nHer rings and her jewels all from her to take.\n238B.8 In came Jeanie\u2019s father, a wae man was he;\nSays, I\u2019ll wed you to Drumfendrich, he has mair gold than he.\n238B.9 Her father\u2019s own chaplain, being a man of great skill,\nHe wrote him a letter, and indited it well.\n238B.10 The first lines he looked at, a light laugh laughed he;\nBut ere he read through it the tears blindid his ee.\n238B.11 Oh, pale and wan looked she when Glenlogie cam in,\nBut even rosy grew she when Glenlogie sat down.\n238B.12 \u2018Turn round, Jeanie Melville, turn round to this side,\nAnd I\u2019ll be the bridegroom, and you\u2019ll be the bride.\u2019\n238B.13 Oh, \u2019twas a merry wedding, and the portion down told,\nOf bonnie Jeanie Melville, who was scarce sixteen years old.\n238C: Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie\n238C.1 THERE was three score o nobles sat at the king\u2019s dine,\nAn bonny Glenlogie was flower o thrice nine.\n* * * * *\n238C.2 . . cam trippin downstair,\nAn she fancied Glenlogie ower a\u2019 that was there.\n238C.3 She called on the footman that ran by his side,\nSays, What is that man\u2019s name, an where does he bide?\n238C.4 \u2018His name is Glenlogie when he goes from home,\nBut he\u2019s of the great Gordons, an his name is Lord John.\u2019\n238C.5 \u2018Glenlogie! Glenlogie! Glenlogie!\u2019 said she,\n\u2018An for bonnie Glenlogie I surely will die.\u2019\n238C.6 She called on her maidens to make her her bed,\n. . . . .\n* * * * *\n238C.7 When Glenlogie got the letter, amang noblemen,\n\u2018Dear me,\u2019 said Glenlogie, \u2019what does young women mean!\u2019\n238C.8 Then up spake his father, Let it never be said\nThat such a fine lady should die for your sake.\n238C.9 \u2018Go saddle my black horse, go saddle him soon,\nTill I go to Bethelnie, to see Lady Jean.\u2019\n238C.10 When he got to Behtelnie, there was naebody there\nBut was weeping an wailing an tearing their hair.\n* * * * *\n238C.11 \u2018Turn round, Jeanie Gordon, turn round to the side;\nI\u2019ll be the bridegroom, an ye\u2019s be the bride.\u2019\n238D: Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie\n238D.1 THERE waur aucht an forty nobles rade to the king\u2019s ha,\nBut bonnie Glenlogie was the flour o them a\u2019.\n238D.2 There waur aucht and forty nobles rade to the king\u2019s dine,\nBut bonnie Glenlogie was the flour o thrice nine.\n238D.3 Bonnie Jeanie Melville cam trippin doun the stair,\nAn whan she saw Glenlogie her hairt it grew sair.\n238D.4 . . . . .\n\u2018He\u2019s of the gay Gordons, his name it is John.\u2019\n238D.5 \u2018Oh, Logie! Oh, Logie! Oh, Logie!\u2019 said she,\n\u2018If I get na Glenlogie, I surely will dee.\u2019\n238D.6 He turned him aboot, as the Gordons do a\u2019,\nSays, I thank you, Lady Jeanie, but I\u2019m promised awa.\n238D.7 She called on her maidens her hands for to take,\nAn the rings from her fingers she did them a\u2019 break.\n238D.8 \u2018Oh, what is my lineage, or what is my make,\nThat such a fine lady suld dee for my sake?\u2019\n238D.9 Such a pretty wedding, as I have been told,\nAn bonnie Jeanie Melville was scarce sixteen years old.\n238E: Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie\n238E.1 THERE were four-and-twenty ladies dined i the Queen\u2019s ha,\nAnd Jean o Bethelnie was the flower o them a\u2019.\n238E.2 Four-and-twenty gentlemen rode thro Banchory fair,\nBut bonny Glenlogie was the flower that was there.\n238E.3 Young Jean at a window she chanced to sit nigh,\nAnd upon Glenlogie she fixed an eye.\n238E.4 She calld on his best man, unto him did say,\nO what is that knight\u2019s name? or where does he stay?\n238E.5 \u2018He\u2019s of the noble Gordons, of great birth and fame;\nHe stays at Glenlogie, Sir George is his name.\u2019\n238E.6 Then she wrote a broad letter, and wrote it in haste;\nTo send it Glenlogie, she thought it was best.\n238E.7 Says, O brave Glenlogie, unto me be kind;\nI\u2019ve laid my love on you, and told you my mind.\n238E.8 Then reading the letter, as he stood on the green,\nSays, I leave you to judge, sirs; what does women mean?\n238E.9 Then turnd about sprightly, as the Gordons do a\u2019:\n\u2018Lay not your love on me, I\u2019m promisd awa.\u2019\n238E.10 When she heard this answer, her heart was like to break,\nThat she laid her love on him, and him so ungrate.\n238E.11 Then she calld on her maidens to lay her to bed,\nAnd take her fine jewels and lay them aside.\n238E.12 \u2018My seals and my signets, no more shall I crave;\nBut linen and trappin, a chest and a grave.\u2019\n238E.13 Her father stood by her, possess d with fear,\nTo see his dear daughter, possess d with care.\n238E.14 Says, Hold your tongue, Jeannie, let all your folly be;\nI\u2019ll wed you to Dumfedline, he is better than he.\n238E.15 \u2018O hold your tongue, father, and let me alane;\nIf I getna Glenlogie, I\u2019ll never have ane.\n238E.16 \u2018His bonny jimp middle, his black rolling eye,\nIf I getna Glenlogie, I\u2019m sure I shall die.\u2019\n238E.17 But her father\u2019s old chaplain, a man of great skill,\nHe wrote a broad letter, and penned it well.\n238E.18 Saying, O brave Glenlogie, why must it be so?\nA maid\u2019s love laid on you, shall she die in her woe?\n238E.19 Then reading the letter, his heart was like to break\nThat such a leal virgin should die for his sake.\n238E.20 Then he calld on his footman, and likewise his groom,\nSays, Get my horse saddled and bridl d soon.\n238E.21 Before the horse was saddled and brought to the yate,\nBonnie Glenlogie was five miles on foot.\n238E.22 When he came to Bethelnie, he saw nothing there\nBut weeping and wailing, vexation and care.\n238E.23 Then out spake her father, with the tear in his ee,\nYou\u2019re welcome, Glenlogie, you\u2019re welcome to me.\n238E.24 \u2018If ye make me welcome, as welcome\u2019s ye say,\nYe\u2019ll show me the chamber where Jeannie does lay.\u2019\n238E.25 Then one o her maidens took him by the hand,\nTo show him the chamber where Jeannie lay in.\n238E.26 Before that she saw him, she was pale and wan;\nBut when she did see him, she grew ruddy again.\n238E.27 \u2018O turn, bonny Jeannie, turn you to your side;\nFor I\u2019ll be the bridegroom, and ye\u2019ll be the bride.\u2019\n238E.28 When Jeannie was married, her tocher down tauld,\nBonny Jean o Bethelnie was fifteen years auld.\n238F: Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie\n238F.1 FOURSCORE nobles ride in the king\u2019s court,\nAnd bonny Earl Ogie\u2019s the flower of the rout;\nFourscore lean oer the castle-wa,\nBut Jean of Bethelnie\u2019s the flower of em a\u2019.\n238F.2 She writ a broad letter, and pennd it fou lang,\nAnd sent it Earl Ogie as fast as \u2019t can gang:\n\u2018Bonny Earl Ogie, be courteous and kind;\nI\u2019ve laid my love on thee; maun I die in my prime?\u2019\n238F.3 \u2018O pox on thee, Jenny, for being sae slaw!\nBonny Earl Ogie is promisd awa:\u2019\nThis letter was like to mak her heart break,\nFor revealing her mind to a man so ingrate.\n238F.4 \u2018Come here, all my handmaids, O do this with speed,\nTake my gowns and my passments, and lay me to bed;\nLay me to bed, it is all that I crave;\nWi my sark in my coffin, lay me in my grave.\u2019\n238F.5 Her father beheld her with heart full of grief,\nAnd spoke these words to her, to gi her relief:\nHawd your tongue, Jenny, your mourning let be,\nYou shall have drumfinely, who\u2019s as good as he.\n238F.6 \u2018Haud your tongue, father, your words make me sad;\nIf I get not Earl Ogie, I still shall be bad;\nWith his bonny streight body, and black rolling eee,\nIf I get not Earl Ogie, for him I mun dee.\u2019\n238F.7 Her father, king\u2019s chaplain, and one of great skill,\nDid write a broad letter, and pennd it fou weel;\nHe as writ a broad letter, and pennd it fou lang,\nAnd sent it Earl Ogie as fast as \u2019t can gang.\n238F.8 \u2018Bonny Earl Ogie, be courteous and kind;\nMy daughter loves you; must she die in her prime?\u2019\nWhen he read the first lines, a loud laugh gave he;\nBut or he redd the middle, the tear filld his ee,\n238F.9 \u2018Come here, all my footmen, and also my groom,\nGo saddle my horses, and saddle them soon:\u2019\nThey were not weel saddled and set on the green\nOr bonny Earl Ogie was twa mile his lain.\n238F.10 When he came to Bethelnie, he nothing saw there\nBut mourning and weeping, lamentation and care:\n\u2018O you that\u2019s her handmaid, take me by the hand,\nLead me to the chamber that Jenny lies in.\u2019\n238F.11 When thither he came, she was pale and half dead;\nAs soon as she saw him, her cheeks they grew red:\n\u2018Come, turn thee, my Jenny, come, turn on thy side,\nI\u2019ll be the bridegroom, you shall be the bride.\u2019\n238F.12 Her spirit revived to hear him say sae,\nAnd thus ended luckily all her great wae;\nThen streight were they married, with joy most profound,\nAnd Jean of Bethelnie was sav\u2019d from the ground.\n238G: Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie\n238G.1 THERE was mony a braw noble cum to our king\u2019s ha,\nBut the bonnie Glenlogie was the flower o them a\u2019;\nAn the young ladye Jeanye, sae gude an sae fair,\nShe fancyd Glenlogie aboon a\u2019 that were there.\n238G.2 She speered at his footman that rode by his side\nHis name an his surname an whare he did bide:\n\u2018He bides a[t] Glenlogie whan he is at hame,\nHe is of the gay Gordons, an John is his name.\u2019\n238G.3 \u2018Oh, Logie, Glenlogie, I\u2019ll tell you my mind;\nMy luve is laid on you, O wad ye prove kind!\u2019\nHe turned him about, as the Gordons do a\u2019,\n\u2018I thank [you], fair ladye, but I\u2019m promised awa.\u2019\n238G.4 She called on her maidens her hands for to take,\nAn the rings on her fingers she did them a\u2019 break:\n\u2018Oh Logie, Glenlogie! Oh, Logie!\u2019 said she,\n\u2018Gin I get na Glenlogie, I\u2019m sure I will die.\u2019\n238G.5 \u2018O hold your tongue, daughter, an weep na sae sair,\nFor ye\u2019ll get Drumfindlay, his father\u2019s young heir.\u2019\n\u2018O hold your tongue, father, an let me alane,\nGin I get na Glenlogie, I winna hae ane.\u2019\n238G.6 Her father wrote a broad letter wi speed,\nAnd ordered his footman to run and ride;\nHe wrote a broad letter, he wrote it wi skill,\nAn sent it to Glenlogie, who had dune her the ill.\n238G.7 The first line that he read, a light laugh gae he;\nThe next line that he read, the tear filld his ee:\n\u2018O what a man am I, an hae I a maik,\nThat such a fine ladye shoud die for my sake?\n238G.8 \u2018Ye\u2019ll saddle my horse, an ye\u2019ll saddle him sune,\nAn, when he is saddled, bring him to the green:\u2019\nHis horse was na saddled an brocht to the green,\nWhen Glenlogie was on the road three miles his lane.\n238G.9 When he came to her father\u2019s, he saw naething there\nBut weeping an wailing an sobbing fu sair:\nO pale an wan was she when Logie gaed in,\nBut red and ruddie grew she when Logie gaed ben.\n238G.10 \u2018O turn, Ladye Jeany, turn ye to your side,\nFor I\u2019ll be the bridegroom, an ye\u2019ll be the bride:\u2019\nIt was a blythe wedding as ever I\u2019ve seen,\nAn bonny Jeany Melville was scarce seventeen.\n238H: Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie\n238H.1 SIX and six nobles gaed to Behelvie fair,\nBut bonnie Glenlogie was flowr o a\u2019 there;\nBonnie Jean o Belhelvie gaed tripping doun the stair,\nAnd fancied Glenlogie afore a\u2019 that was there.\n238H.2 She said to his serving-man, as he stood aside,\nO what is that man\u2019s name, and whare does he bide?\n\u2018They call him Glenlogie whan he goes frae home,\nBut he\u2019s come o the grand gordons, and [h]is name is Lord John.\u2019\n238H.3 \u2018Glenlogie, Glenlogie, be constant and kind;\nI\u2019ve laid my love on you, I\u2019ll tell you my mind:\u2019\n\u2018O wae\u2019s me heart, Jeanie, your tocher\u2019s oure sma;\nLay na your love on me, foe I\u2019m promised awa.\u2019\n238H.4 She called for the servant to show her a room,\nLikewise for a handmaid to mak her bed doun;\nWi that Jeanie\u2019s father cam stepping on the floor,\nSays, What is the matter my dochter lies here?\n238H.5 \u2018Forgie, honourd father, my folly,\u2019 said she,\n\u2018But for the sake o Glenlogie your dochter will dee:\u2019\n\u2018O cheer up, my dochter, for I\u2019ll gie ye my hand\nThat ye\u2019se get young Glenforbar, w\u2019 an earldom of land.\n238H.6 \u2018O cheer up, my dochter, turn ance frae the wa,\nAnd ye\u2019ll get Glenforbar, the flowr o them a\u2019:\u2019\n\u2018I wad rather tak Glenlogie wi his staff in his hand\nAfore I wad tak Glenforbar wi an earldom of land.\u2019\n238H.7 Jeanie\u2019s father was a scholar, and a man o grit wit,\nAnd he wrote him a letter, he thought it was fit.\n238H.8 When Glenlogie gat the letter, he was amang nobles a\u2019,\n. . . he lute his hat fa:\n\u2018I wonder i the warld what women see at me,\nFor bonnie Jean o Belhelvie is a dying for me:\u2019\n238H.9 He calld for his servant to saddle his steed,\n. . . wi speed;\nThe horse was na saddled, but out on the green,\nTill bonnie Glenlogie was some miles him leen.\n238H.10 Whan he cam to Belhelvie, he rade round about,\nAnd he saw Jeanie\u2019s father at a window look out.\n238H.11 Bonnie Jean o Belhelvie lay pale and wan,\nBut red and ruddy grew she when Glenlogie cam in:\n\u2018Lie yont, bonnie Jeanie, and let me lie down,\nFor ye\u2019se be bride, and I\u2019se be bridegroom.\u2019\n238I: Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie\n238I.1 \u2018THERERR\u2019rrS fifty young nobles rides up the king\u2019s hall\nAnd bonny Glenlogie\u2019s the flower of them all;\nWi his milk-white steed, and his black rolling ee,\nIf I get na Glenlogie, it\u2019s certain I\u2019ll die.\n238I.2 \u2018Where will I get a bonny boy, to win hose and shoon,\nTo go to Glenlogie and bid Logie come?\u2019\n\u2018Here am I pretty boy, to win baith hose and shoon,\nTo go to Glenlogie and bid Logie come.\u2019\n238I.3 When he came to Glenlogie, it was \u2019wash and go dine:\u2019\n\u2018Come in, my pretty boy, wash and go dine:\u2019\n\u2018It was no my father\u2019s fashion, and I hope it\u2019ll no be mine,\nTo run a lady\u2019s hasty errand, then to go dine.\n238I.4 \u2018Here take this letter, Glenlogie,\u2019 said he.\nThe first ane line that he read, a low smile gave he;\nThe next ane line that he read, the tear blinded his ee;\nBut the next line that he read he garrd the table flee.\n238I.5 \u2018O saddle to me the black horse, saddle to me the brown,\nSaddle to me the swiftest horse that eer rode frae the town:\u2019\nBut lang or the horses could be brought to the green\nBonnie Glenlogie was twa mile his lean.\n238I.6 When he came to Glenfeldy\u2019s gates, little mirth was there,\nBonie Jean\u2019s mother was tearing her hair:\n\u2018You\u2019re welcome, Glenlogie, you\u2019re welcome to me,\nYou\u2019re welcome, Glenlogie, your Jeanie to see.\u2019\n238I.7 O pale and wan was she when Logie came in,\nBut red and rosy grew she wheneer he sat down;\n\u2018O turn you, bonie Jeanie, O turn you to me,\nFor, if you\u2019ll be the bride, the bridegroom I will be.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 238. Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie","type":"page"}