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 You're welcome pretty Captain Ogilvie,

Your fortune's advanced I hear,

No stranger can come to my gates,

That I do love so dear.

Sir, the last time I was at your gate

You would not let me in;

I am come for my wife and children,

No friendship else I claim.

Then she came tripping down the stair,

With the saut tear in 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.

Though the great Duke of Gordon you be.





In Perth there lived a bonny lad,

A brewer to his trade O,

And he has courted Peggy Roy,

A rum and handsome maid O.