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 O high was the hill and the mountains,

Cold was the frost and snow;

Lady Jean's shoes 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.

You're are welcome bonny Jeanie Gordon,

You are dearly welcome to me;

You are welcome, dear Jeanie Gordon,

But away with your Ogilvie.

Now over the seas went the Captain;

As a soldier at command;

But a messenger soon followed after,

Which caused a countermand.