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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.