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Thread #111710   Message #2355737
Posted By: michaelr
02-Jun-08 - 08:40 PM
Thread Name: Review: Bonnie Jeannie o' Bethelnie/Glenlogie
Subject: RE: Review: Bonnie Jeannie O' Bethelnie/Glenlogie
This is from the singing of Danny Carnahan.

Glenlogie   


There were four and twenty nobles rode through Bantry fair
And bonny Glenlogie was the flower of them there
There were nine and nine ladies sat in the king's hall
And Jeanie of Bethelmy was the flower of them all

There were four and twenty nobles stood in the king's hall
And bonny Glenlogie was the flower of them all
Down come Jeanie Gordon, come tripping down the stair
And she's chosen Glenlogie among all that were there

Glenlogie, oh Glenlogie, oh will you prove kind
There's a maid's love laid on you, and I've told you my mind
But he's turned away lightly as the Logies do all
Saying, I thank you, Jeanie Gordon, but I'm promised awa'

She's called for her maidens to make up her bed
With ribbons and napkins for to tie up her head
But in comes her father and a wise man was he
Saying, I'll wed you to Drumfendrick (?) who has more gold than he

Oh hold your tongue, father, that never can be
If I'll not have Glenlogie the I surely will die
But her father's own chaplain, a man of great skill
He's written a letter and he's tempered it well:

A pox on you, Logie, why must it be so
There's a maid's love laid on you, must she die in her woe
And a pox on you, Logie, do you think it is kind
There's a maid's love laid on you, must she die in her prime?

When Glenlogie got the letter he was among men
Oh dear me, says Glenlogie, what's the young woman mean?
And when he got the letter a light laugh gave he
But as he read o'er it sure a tear filled his eye

Oh saddle me the black horse and saddle me the brown
Or Jeanie of Bethelmy will be dead ere I'm gone
But the horses were not saddled nor set out on the green
Before bonny Glenlogie he was three miles away


Oh pale and wan was she when Glenlogie came in
But red and rosy grew she when she knew it was him
Where lies your pain, lady, does it lie in your side
Where lies your pain, lady, does it lie in your head?

Oh no, no Glenlogie, you're far from the part
For the pain I lie under sure it lies in my heart
Then come down, Jeanie Gordon, come down by my side
And I'll be the bridegroom and you'll be the bride

Oh Jeanie was married and her dowry was told
When Jeanie of Bethelmy was but sixteen years old
Oh Bethelmy, oh Bethelmy, you shine where you stand
And the heather bells all `round you shine out o'er your lands