Bonnie Jeannie O Bethelnie

Thair wis fower an twanty nobles sat in the king's haa

An bonnie Glenlogie wis the flooer o thaim aa

Thair wis fower an twanty nobles rade thro Banchory fair

An bonnie Glenlogie wis the flooer o thaim thair

Thair wis six and six maidens sat in the king's haa

Bonnie Jeannie o Bethelnie wis the flooer o thaim aa

Doun cam Jeannie Gordon she cam trippin doun stairs

An she's chosen Glenlogie o aa that wis thair

Glenlogie, Glenlogie, gin ye'll prove kind

My luve is laid on ye an A've tellt ye my mind

Bit he's turnt him roun lichtlie, like the Gordons does aa

A thank ye, Jeannie Gordon, bit A'm promist awa

She's caad tae her maidens tae mak her a bed

Wi ribbons an napkins tae tie up her head

Bit out spak her faither an a wey man wis he

A'll wad ye tae Dumfendrum, he's mair gowd than he

Och, haud yer tongue, faither, for that maunnae be

Gin A getnae Glenlogie than for him will A dee

Bit her faither's ain chaplain, a man o great skill,

He's wrate a braid letter an indytet it weill

A pox on ye, Logie, nou sin it is so

Thair's a ladie's luve is on ye, maun she die in her woe?

An a pox on ye, Logie, nou sin it is time

Thair's a ladie's luve is on ye, maun she die in her prime?

Whan Logie got the letter, he bein amang men

It's out spak Glenlogie, whit does young women mean?

Whan he lookit on the letter, than a licht lauch gied he

Bit ere he read owre it, the tear blint his ee

Gae saddle me the black horse, gae saddle me the broun

Bonnie Jeannie o Bethelnie'll be deid ere A win

Bit the horses werenae saddled, nor lead on the green

Till bonnie Glenlogie wis three mile his lane

An sae pale an wan wis she whan Glenlogie he cam in

Bit it's reid an rosie grew she whan she kent it wis him

Whaur lies yer pain, ladie, does it lie in yer side?

Whaur lies yer pain, ladie, does it lie in yer heid?

O na, na, Glenlogie, ye're faur frae the pairt

For the pain that A lie under, it lies in my hert

Turn roun, Jeannie Gordon, turn roun on yer side

An A'll be the bridegroum an ye'll be the bride

Nou Jeannie's gotten mairriet an her tocher's doun tauld

Bonnie Jeannie o Bethelnie wis scarce saxteen year auld

O Bethelnie, o Bethelnie, ye shine whaur ye staun

An the heather bells aroun ye shine owre Fyvie's laun