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O high was the hill and the mountains,
Cold was the frost and snow;
Lady Jean's shoes were all torn.
No farther could she go.
O if I was 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 Jean Gordon,
O hold your tongue my dow;
I've but one half-crown in the world,
I'll buy hose and shoon to you.
When she came to bonny Castle Gordon.
And coming over the green,
The porter cried out, with a loud voice,
Yonder comes our lady Jean.
You're are welcome bonny Jeanie Gordon,
You are dearly welcome to me;
You are welcome, dear Jeanie Gordon,
But away with your Ogilvie.
Now over the seas went the Captain;
As a soldier at command;
But a messenger soon followed after,
Which caused a countermand.
