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Lady Jean had not been married,
a year but only three,
Till she had a babe in ev'ry arm,
and another on her knee.
O but I'm weary wand'ring,
O but my fortune is bad;
It sets not the Duke of Gordon's daughter,
to follow a soldier lad.
O hold your tongue, bonny Jeany Gordon,
O hold thy tongue my lamb,
For once I was a noble captain,
now for thy sake a single man.
O high is the hills and the mountains,
cold was the fro t and snow
Lady Jean's shoes were all torn,
no further could she go.
O if I were in the glens of Foudlen,
where hunting I have been,
I could go to bonny castle Gordon,
without either stockings or sheen.
O hold your tongue bonny Jeany Gordon,
O hold your tongue my dow,
I have but one half crown in the world,
and I'll buy hose and shoon to you.
When she came to bonny Castle Gordon,
and coming over the green.
The Porter call'd out very loudly,
O yonder comes our lady Jean.
