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6 No friendship else I claim. Then she came tripping down the stair, With the tear into her ee, One babe she had at every foot, Another upon her knee.

You're welcome, bonny Jean Gordon, You‘re dearly welcome to me, You're welcome bonny Jean Gordon Countess of Northumberland to be. Now the Captain came off with his lady, And his sweet babies three, Saying, I'm as good blood by descent, Tho' the great Duke of Gordon you be.





When Charlie first came to the North, With the manly looks of a Highland laddie, Moved every true Scottish heart to warm, To guard the lad wi‘ the tartan plaidie.

Love, farewell,—friends, farewell, To guard my king, I’ll bid all farewell.

When king Geordy heard of this, That he'd gane North to heir his dadie, He sent Sir John Cope to the North, For to catch him in his tartan plaidie.

But when Cope come to Inverness, They told him he was south already: