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( 5 ) Lady Jean had not been married,

not a year but only three,

Till she had a babe in ev'ry arm,

and another upon her knee.

O but I'm weary, 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 Jean Gordon,

O hold your 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 frost and the snow;

Lady Jean,s shoes they were all torn,

no farther could she go.

O if I was in the glens of Flouden,

where hunting I have been,

I could go to bonny Jean Gordon,

without either stockings or sheen.