Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
Shirley Collins
There were four and twenty nobles rode to the king's hall
And bonny Glenlogie was the flow'r of them all
And bonnie Jean Gordon came running downstairs
And fell in love with Glenlogie above all that was there
She sent for the footman that run by his side
Saying, “Who is that young man and where does he bide?”
“His name is Glenlogie when he is from home
And he's of the gay Gordons and his name is Lord John”
“Glenlogie, Glеnlogie, and you will prove kind
I have laid my lovе on you until in my mind”
He turned around lightly as the Gordons do all
Says, “I thank you, Lady Jeannie, but I'm promised away”
She sends for her ladies a bed for to make
And the rings from off her finger she did them all break
“So it is there a bonny boy who would won a gold band
Who would rode to Glenlogie and bid my love come?”
When Glenlogie got the letter, a loud laugh laughed he
But when he had read it the tears blinded his eye
Saying, “What is my lineage or what is my make
That such a bonnie lady should die for my sake?”
When he came to her castle, no mirth there was there
But was weeping and wailing and tearing the hair
And pale and wan was she when Glenlogie came in
But red and rose grew she when she saw it was him
“Turn around, bonnie Jeannie, turn around on your side
And I'll be the bridegroom and you'll be the bride”
And it was a merry wedding and a fortune done told
And bonnie Jean Gordon scarce sixteen years old
Glenlogie was written by Shirley Collins & Traditional.
Glenlogie was produced by Austin John Marshall.