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When they came to the Highland hills,
Cold was the froft and fnow ;
Lady Jean's fhoes they were all torn,
No farther could fhe go.
" O ! wo to the hills and the mountains !
Wo to the wind and the rain !
My feet is fore with going barefoot,
No further am I able to gang.
" Wo to the hills and the mountains !
Wo to the froft and the fnow !
My feet is fore with going barefoot,
No farther am I able for to go."
" O ! if I were at the glens of Foudlen,
Where hunting I have been,
1 would find the way to bonny Caftle-Gordon,
Without either flocking s or fhoon."
When fhe came to Caftle-Gordon,
And down upon the green,
The porter gave out a loud fhout,
O yonder comes lady Jean.
*« O you are welcome, bonny Jeany Gordon,
You are dear welcome to me ;
You are welcome, dear Jeany Gordon,
But away with your captain Ogilvie."
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