Duke of Gordon's three daughters (1850-1860)/The Duke of Gordon's three daughters

Duke of Gordon's three daughters  (1850-1860) 
The Duke of Gordon's Three Daughters


The Duke of Gordon's Daughter.

The Duke of Gordon had three daughters,
Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jean:
They would not stay in bonny Castle Gordon,
But they went away to bonny Aberdeen.

They had not been in bonny Aberdeen
A twelvemonth and a day,
Till Jean fell in love with Captain Ogilvie,
And away with him went she.

Word came to the Duke of Gordon,
In the chamber where he lay,
How lady Jean fell in love with a captain,
And from him she would not stay.

Go saddle me the black horse he cried,
My servant shall ride on the grey,
And I'll go to bonny Aberdeen,
Fortwith to bring her away.

They were not a mile from Aberdeen,
A mile but only one,
Till he met with his two daughters;
But away was Lady Jane

o where is your sister, maidens?
Where is your sister, now;
o where is your sister, maidens?
That she's not walking with you?

O pardon us honoured father,
o pardon they did say:
Lady Jean is with Captain Ogilvie,
And from him she will not stay.

When he came to bonny Aberdeen,
and down upon the green,
There she did see Captain ogilvie,
A-training of his men.

O woe be to thee Captain ogilvie,
An ill death thou shalt die,
For taking to thee my daughter,
High hanged shalt thou be.

The Duke of Gordon wrote a broad letter,
And sent it to the king,
To cause him hang brave Captain Ogilvie,
If ere he caused hang any man.

No—I will not hang Captain Ogilvie,
For any offence that I see;
But I d cause him to put off the scarlet,
And put on the single livery.

Now word came to Captain Ogilvie,
In the chamber where he lay,
To strip off the gold and scarlet,
And put on the single livery.

If this be for bonny Jeanie Gordon,
This penance I'll take wi',
If this be for bonny Jeanie Gordon,
All this and more I'll dree.

Lady Jean had not been married,
A year and only threc,
Till she had a babe in every arm,
And another on her knee.

O but I'm weary wandering;
O but my fortune is bad,
It sets not the Duke of Gordon's daughter
To fol'ow a soldier lad:

O hold your tongue, bonny Jean Gordon.
O hold your tongue my lamb,
For once I was a noble captain,
Now for thy sake a single man.

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.

Come home now pretty Captain Ogilvie,
To enjoy your brother's land;
Come home now pretty Captain Ogilvie,
You're the heir of Northumberland.

O what does this mean, says the Captain,
Where's my brother's children three;
O they are all dead and buried,
The lands are all ready for thee.

Then hoist up your sails brave Captain,
And let's be jovial and free;
I'll go home and have my estate,
And then my dear Jeannie I'll see.

He soon came to bonny castle Gordou,
And then at the gate stood he;
The porter cried out with a loud shout,
Here comes Captain Ogilvie.

You're welcome pretty Captain Ogilvie,
Your fortune's advanced I hear,
No stranger can come to my ga es,
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 e'e,
one babe she had at every foot,
Another upon her knee.

You're welcome, bonny Jeanie 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.


This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.