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He’s called upon his merry men a’,
To follow him to the glen;
And he’s vow’d he’d neither eat nor sleep
Till he got his love again.
He’s mounted him on a milk-white steed,
And fast he rade away;
And he’s come to Glenlyon’s yett,
About the close o’ day.
As Baby at her window stood,
Aud the west-wind saft did blaw,
She heard her Johnnie’s well kent voice
Aneath the castlo wa'.
“O Baby, haste, the window loup;
I’ll kep you in my arm;
My merry men are at the yett
To rescue you frae harm.”
She to the window fix’d her sheets,
And slipped safely down;
And Johnnie catch’d her in his arms,
Ne’er loot her touch the groun’.
Glenlyon and his brother John
Were birling in the ha’,
When they heard Johnnie’s bridle ring
As fast he rade awa’.
“Rise Jock; gang out and meet the priest,
I hear his bridle ring;
My Baby now shall be my wife,
Before the laverock sing.”
