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Lady Jean had not been married
a year, but only three,
Till she had a babe in every arm,
and another upon her knee.
O but I’m weary wandering,
O but my fortune is bad:
It sets not the Duke of Gordon’s daughter,
to follow a soldier lad.
O hold thy tongue bonny Jeanie Gordon,
O hold thy tongue, my lamb:
For once I was a noble Captain,
now for thy sake a single man.
O high were the hills and mountains,
cold was the frost and snow,
Lady Jean’s shoes they 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.
