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O hold thy 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 cry,
yonder comes our lady Jean.
You are welcome bonny Jean Gordon;
yon are dearly welcome to me;
Thou art welcome dear Jean Gordon,
but away with your Ogilvie.
You're welcome pretty captain Ogil ie,
your fortune’s advanced I hear;
No stranger can come to my gates,
that I do love so dear.
Sir, the last time I was your gate,
you would not let me in ;
I am come for my wife and children
no friendship else I claim.
