4
O hold thy tongue my bonny Jeany Gordon,
O hold your tongue my lamb,
For once I was a noble Captain,
For thy ſake now a ſingle man.
O high were the hills and the mountains,
cold was the froſt and the ſnow,
Lady Jean’s ſhoes were all rent and torn,
no further could ſhe go,
O if I were in the glens of Foudlen,
where hunting I have been,
I could find the road to bonny Caſtle Gordon,
without either ſtockings or ſhoon.
O hold your tongue bonny Jeany Gordon,
hold your tongue my dow,
I have but one ha’f 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 cry,
yonder comes Lady Jean.
You’re welcome bonny Jeany Gordon,
you are dearly welcome to me,
Thou art welcome dear Jeany Gordon,
⟨But⟩ away with your Oglive,
⟨Now⟩ over the ſeas went the Captain,
With ſoldiers under command,
⟨But a⟩ meſſenger ſoon followed after,
which cauſed a countermand.
Come home now pretty Captain Ogilvie,
come enjoy your mother’s land;
Come home now pretty Captain Ogilvie,
your heir of Northumberland.
