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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 on 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 your 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 was the hills and the mountains,

Cold was the frost and snow;

Lady Jean's shocsshoes [sic] were all torn,

No farther could she go.

O if I was in the glens of Foudlen,

Where hunting I have been,

I could go to bonny castle Gordon,

Without either stockings or sheen.

O hold your tongue bonny Jean Gordon,

O hold your tongue my dow;

I've but one half-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 voice,

Yonder comes our lady Jean.