BONNY BABY LIVINGSTON
O bonnyBaby LivingstonWent forth to view the hay,And by it came him Glenlion,Sta bonny Baby away.O first he’s taen her silken coat,And neest her satten gown,Syne rowd her in a tartan plaid,And hapd her round and rown,He has set her upon his steedAnd roundly rode away,And neer loot her look back againThe live-long summer’s day.He’s carried her oer hills and muirsTill they came to a Highland glen,And there he’s met his brother John,With twenty armed men.O there were cows, and there were ewes,And lasses milking there,But Baby neer anse lookd about,Her heart was filld wi care.Glenlion took her in his arms,And kissd her, cheek and chin;Says, “I’d gie a’ these cows and ewesBut ae kind look to win.”“O ae kind look ye neer shall get,Nor win a smile frae me,Unless to me you’ll favour shew,And take me to Dundee.”“Dundee, Baby? Dundee, Baby?Dundee you neer shall seeTill I’ve carried you to GlenlionAnd have my bride made thee.“We’ll stay a while at Auchingour,And get sweet milk and cheese,And syne we’ll gang to Glenlion,And there live at our ease.”“I winna stay at Auchingour,Nor eat sweet milk and cheese,Nor go with thee to Glenlion,For there I’ll neer find ease.”Than out it spake his brother John,“O were I in your place,I’d take that lady hame again,For a’ her bonny face.“Commend me to the lass that’s kind,Tho na so gently born;And, gin her heart I coudna gain,To take her hand I’d scorn.”“O had your tongue now, John,” he says,“You wis na what you say;For I’ve lood that bonny faceThis twelve month and a day.“And tho I’ve lood her lang and sairA smile I neer coud win;Yet what I’ve got anse in my powerTo keep I think nae sin.”
O bonnyBaby LivingstonWent forth to view the hay,And by it came him Glenlion,Sta bonny Baby away.O first he’s taen her silken coat,And neest her satten gown,Syne rowd her in a tartan plaid,And hapd her round and rown,He has set her upon his steedAnd roundly rode away,And neer loot her look back againThe live-long summer’s day.He’s carried her oer hills and muirsTill they came to a Highland glen,And there he’s met his brother John,With twenty armed men.O there were cows, and there were ewes,And lasses milking there,But Baby neer anse lookd about,Her heart was filld wi care.Glenlion took her in his arms,And kissd her, cheek and chin;Says, “I’d gie a’ these cows and ewesBut ae kind look to win.”“O ae kind look ye neer shall get,Nor win a smile frae me,Unless to me you’ll favour shew,And take me to Dundee.”“Dundee, Baby? Dundee, Baby?Dundee you neer shall seeTill I’ve carried you to GlenlionAnd have my bride made thee.“We’ll stay a while at Auchingour,And get sweet milk and cheese,And syne we’ll gang to Glenlion,And there live at our ease.”“I winna stay at Auchingour,Nor eat sweet milk and cheese,Nor go with thee to Glenlion,For there I’ll neer find ease.”Than out it spake his brother John,“O were I in your place,I’d take that lady hame again,For a’ her bonny face.“Commend me to the lass that’s kind,Tho na so gently born;And, gin her heart I coudna gain,To take her hand I’d scorn.”“O had your tongue now, John,” he says,“You wis na what you say;For I’ve lood that bonny faceThis twelve month and a day.“And tho I’ve lood her lang and sairA smile I neer coud win;Yet what I’ve got anse in my powerTo keep I think nae sin.”
O bonnyBaby LivingstonWent forth to view the hay,And by it came him Glenlion,Sta bonny Baby away.
O bonnyBaby Livingston
Went forth to view the hay,
And by it came him Glenlion,
Sta bonny Baby away.
O first he’s taen her silken coat,And neest her satten gown,Syne rowd her in a tartan plaid,And hapd her round and rown,
O first he’s taen her silken coat,
And neest her satten gown,
Syne rowd her in a tartan plaid,
And hapd her round and rown,
He has set her upon his steedAnd roundly rode away,And neer loot her look back againThe live-long summer’s day.
He has set her upon his steed
And roundly rode away,
And neer loot her look back again
The live-long summer’s day.
He’s carried her oer hills and muirsTill they came to a Highland glen,And there he’s met his brother John,With twenty armed men.
He’s carried her oer hills and muirs
Till they came to a Highland glen,
And there he’s met his brother John,
With twenty armed men.
O there were cows, and there were ewes,And lasses milking there,But Baby neer anse lookd about,Her heart was filld wi care.
O there were cows, and there were ewes,
And lasses milking there,
But Baby neer anse lookd about,
Her heart was filld wi care.
Glenlion took her in his arms,And kissd her, cheek and chin;Says, “I’d gie a’ these cows and ewesBut ae kind look to win.”
Glenlion took her in his arms,
And kissd her, cheek and chin;
Says, “I’d gie a’ these cows and ewes
But ae kind look to win.”
“O ae kind look ye neer shall get,Nor win a smile frae me,Unless to me you’ll favour shew,And take me to Dundee.”
“O ae kind look ye neer shall get,
Nor win a smile frae me,
Unless to me you’ll favour shew,
And take me to Dundee.”
“Dundee, Baby? Dundee, Baby?Dundee you neer shall seeTill I’ve carried you to GlenlionAnd have my bride made thee.
“Dundee, Baby? Dundee, Baby?
Dundee you neer shall see
Till I’ve carried you to Glenlion
And have my bride made thee.
“We’ll stay a while at Auchingour,And get sweet milk and cheese,And syne we’ll gang to Glenlion,And there live at our ease.”
“We’ll stay a while at Auchingour,
And get sweet milk and cheese,
And syne we’ll gang to Glenlion,
And there live at our ease.”
“I winna stay at Auchingour,Nor eat sweet milk and cheese,Nor go with thee to Glenlion,For there I’ll neer find ease.”
“I winna stay at Auchingour,
Nor eat sweet milk and cheese,
Nor go with thee to Glenlion,
For there I’ll neer find ease.”
Than out it spake his brother John,“O were I in your place,I’d take that lady hame again,For a’ her bonny face.
Than out it spake his brother John,
“O were I in your place,
I’d take that lady hame again,
For a’ her bonny face.
“Commend me to the lass that’s kind,Tho na so gently born;And, gin her heart I coudna gain,To take her hand I’d scorn.”
“Commend me to the lass that’s kind,
Tho na so gently born;
And, gin her heart I coudna gain,
To take her hand I’d scorn.”
“O had your tongue now, John,” he says,“You wis na what you say;For I’ve lood that bonny faceThis twelve month and a day.
“O had your tongue now, John,” he says,
“You wis na what you say;
For I’ve lood that bonny face
This twelve month and a day.
“And tho I’ve lood her lang and sairA smile I neer coud win;Yet what I’ve got anse in my powerTo keep I think nae sin.”
“And tho I’ve lood her lang and sair
A smile I neer coud win;
Yet what I’ve got anse in my power
To keep I think nae sin.”
Whenthey came to Glenlion castle,They lighted at the yate,And out it came his sisters three,Wha did them kindly greet.O they’ve taen Baby by the handsAnd led her oer the green,And ilka lady spake a word,But bonny Baby spake nane.Then out it spake her bonny Jean,The youngest o the three,“O lady, dinna look sae sad,But tell your grief to me.”“O wherefore should I tell my grief,Since lax I canna find?I’m stown frae a’ my kin and friends,And my love I left behind.“But had I paper, pen, and ink,Before that it were day,I yet might get a letter sentIn time to Johny Hay.”O she’s got paper, pen, and ink,And candle that she might see,And she has written a broad letterTo Johny at Dundee.And she has gotten a bonny boy,That was baith swift and strang,Wi philabeg and bonnet blue,Her errand for to gang.“O boy, gin ye’d my blessing winAnd help me in my need,Run wi this letter to my love,And bid him come wi speed.“And here’s a chain of good red gowd,And gowdn guineas three,And when you’ve well your errand done,You’ll get them for your fee.”The boy he ran oer hill and dale,Fast as a bird coud flee,And eer the sun was twa hours heightThe boy was at Dundee.And when he came to Johny’s doorHe knocked loud and sair;Then Johny to the window came,And loudly cry’d, “Wha’s there?”“O here’s a letter I have brought,Which ye maun quickly read,And, gin ye woud your lady save,Gang back wi me wi speed.”O when he had the letter read,An angry man was he;He says, “Glenlion, thou shalt rueThis deed of villany!“O saddle to me the black, the black,O saddle to me the brown,O saddle to me the swiftest steedThat eer rade frae the town.“And arm ye well, my merry men a’,And follow me to the glen,For I vow I’ll neither eat nor sleepTill I get my love again.”He’s mounted on a milk-white steed,The boy upon a gray,And they got to Glenlion’s castleAbout the close of day.As Baby at her window stood,The west wind salt did bla;She heard her Johny’s well-kent voiceBeneath the castle wa.“O Baby, haste, the window jump!I’ll kep you in my arm;My merry men a’ are at the yate,To rescue you frae harm.”She to the window fixt her sheetsAnd slipped safely down,And Johny catchd her in his arms,Neer loot her touch the ground.When mounted on her Johny’s horse,Fou blithely did she say,“Glenlion, you hae lost your bride!She’s aff wi Johny Hay.”
Whenthey came to Glenlion castle,They lighted at the yate,And out it came his sisters three,Wha did them kindly greet.O they’ve taen Baby by the handsAnd led her oer the green,And ilka lady spake a word,But bonny Baby spake nane.Then out it spake her bonny Jean,The youngest o the three,“O lady, dinna look sae sad,But tell your grief to me.”“O wherefore should I tell my grief,Since lax I canna find?I’m stown frae a’ my kin and friends,And my love I left behind.“But had I paper, pen, and ink,Before that it were day,I yet might get a letter sentIn time to Johny Hay.”O she’s got paper, pen, and ink,And candle that she might see,And she has written a broad letterTo Johny at Dundee.And she has gotten a bonny boy,That was baith swift and strang,Wi philabeg and bonnet blue,Her errand for to gang.“O boy, gin ye’d my blessing winAnd help me in my need,Run wi this letter to my love,And bid him come wi speed.“And here’s a chain of good red gowd,And gowdn guineas three,And when you’ve well your errand done,You’ll get them for your fee.”The boy he ran oer hill and dale,Fast as a bird coud flee,And eer the sun was twa hours heightThe boy was at Dundee.And when he came to Johny’s doorHe knocked loud and sair;Then Johny to the window came,And loudly cry’d, “Wha’s there?”“O here’s a letter I have brought,Which ye maun quickly read,And, gin ye woud your lady save,Gang back wi me wi speed.”O when he had the letter read,An angry man was he;He says, “Glenlion, thou shalt rueThis deed of villany!“O saddle to me the black, the black,O saddle to me the brown,O saddle to me the swiftest steedThat eer rade frae the town.“And arm ye well, my merry men a’,And follow me to the glen,For I vow I’ll neither eat nor sleepTill I get my love again.”He’s mounted on a milk-white steed,The boy upon a gray,And they got to Glenlion’s castleAbout the close of day.As Baby at her window stood,The west wind salt did bla;She heard her Johny’s well-kent voiceBeneath the castle wa.“O Baby, haste, the window jump!I’ll kep you in my arm;My merry men a’ are at the yate,To rescue you frae harm.”She to the window fixt her sheetsAnd slipped safely down,And Johny catchd her in his arms,Neer loot her touch the ground.When mounted on her Johny’s horse,Fou blithely did she say,“Glenlion, you hae lost your bride!She’s aff wi Johny Hay.”
Whenthey came to Glenlion castle,They lighted at the yate,And out it came his sisters three,Wha did them kindly greet.
Whenthey came to Glenlion castle,
They lighted at the yate,
And out it came his sisters three,
Wha did them kindly greet.
O they’ve taen Baby by the handsAnd led her oer the green,And ilka lady spake a word,But bonny Baby spake nane.
O they’ve taen Baby by the hands
And led her oer the green,
And ilka lady spake a word,
But bonny Baby spake nane.
Then out it spake her bonny Jean,The youngest o the three,“O lady, dinna look sae sad,But tell your grief to me.”
Then out it spake her bonny Jean,
The youngest o the three,
“O lady, dinna look sae sad,
But tell your grief to me.”
“O wherefore should I tell my grief,Since lax I canna find?I’m stown frae a’ my kin and friends,And my love I left behind.
“O wherefore should I tell my grief,
Since lax I canna find?
I’m stown frae a’ my kin and friends,
And my love I left behind.
“But had I paper, pen, and ink,Before that it were day,I yet might get a letter sentIn time to Johny Hay.”
“But had I paper, pen, and ink,
Before that it were day,
I yet might get a letter sent
In time to Johny Hay.”
O she’s got paper, pen, and ink,And candle that she might see,And she has written a broad letterTo Johny at Dundee.
O she’s got paper, pen, and ink,
And candle that she might see,
And she has written a broad letter
To Johny at Dundee.
And she has gotten a bonny boy,That was baith swift and strang,Wi philabeg and bonnet blue,Her errand for to gang.
And she has gotten a bonny boy,
That was baith swift and strang,
Wi philabeg and bonnet blue,
Her errand for to gang.
“O boy, gin ye’d my blessing winAnd help me in my need,Run wi this letter to my love,And bid him come wi speed.
“O boy, gin ye’d my blessing win
And help me in my need,
Run wi this letter to my love,
And bid him come wi speed.
“And here’s a chain of good red gowd,And gowdn guineas three,And when you’ve well your errand done,You’ll get them for your fee.”
“And here’s a chain of good red gowd,
And gowdn guineas three,
And when you’ve well your errand done,
You’ll get them for your fee.”
The boy he ran oer hill and dale,Fast as a bird coud flee,And eer the sun was twa hours heightThe boy was at Dundee.
The boy he ran oer hill and dale,
Fast as a bird coud flee,
And eer the sun was twa hours height
The boy was at Dundee.
And when he came to Johny’s doorHe knocked loud and sair;Then Johny to the window came,And loudly cry’d, “Wha’s there?”
And when he came to Johny’s door
He knocked loud and sair;
Then Johny to the window came,
And loudly cry’d, “Wha’s there?”
“O here’s a letter I have brought,Which ye maun quickly read,And, gin ye woud your lady save,Gang back wi me wi speed.”
“O here’s a letter I have brought,
Which ye maun quickly read,
And, gin ye woud your lady save,
Gang back wi me wi speed.”
O when he had the letter read,An angry man was he;He says, “Glenlion, thou shalt rueThis deed of villany!
O when he had the letter read,
An angry man was he;
He says, “Glenlion, thou shalt rue
This deed of villany!
“O saddle to me the black, the black,O saddle to me the brown,O saddle to me the swiftest steedThat eer rade frae the town.
“O saddle to me the black, the black,
O saddle to me the brown,
O saddle to me the swiftest steed
That eer rade frae the town.
“And arm ye well, my merry men a’,And follow me to the glen,For I vow I’ll neither eat nor sleepTill I get my love again.”
“And arm ye well, my merry men a’,
And follow me to the glen,
For I vow I’ll neither eat nor sleep
Till I get my love again.”
He’s mounted on a milk-white steed,The boy upon a gray,And they got to Glenlion’s castleAbout the close of day.
He’s mounted on a milk-white steed,
The boy upon a gray,
And they got to Glenlion’s castle
About the close of day.
As Baby at her window stood,The west wind salt did bla;She heard her Johny’s well-kent voiceBeneath the castle wa.
As Baby at her window stood,
The west wind salt did bla;
She heard her Johny’s well-kent voice
Beneath the castle wa.
“O Baby, haste, the window jump!I’ll kep you in my arm;My merry men a’ are at the yate,To rescue you frae harm.”
“O Baby, haste, the window jump!
I’ll kep you in my arm;
My merry men a’ are at the yate,
To rescue you frae harm.”
She to the window fixt her sheetsAnd slipped safely down,And Johny catchd her in his arms,Neer loot her touch the ground.
She to the window fixt her sheets
And slipped safely down,
And Johny catchd her in his arms,
Neer loot her touch the ground.
When mounted on her Johny’s horse,Fou blithely did she say,“Glenlion, you hae lost your bride!She’s aff wi Johny Hay.”
When mounted on her Johny’s horse,
Fou blithely did she say,
“Glenlion, you hae lost your bride!
She’s aff wi Johny Hay.”
Glenlionand his brother JohnWere birling in the ha,When they heard Johny’s bridle ring,As first he rade awa.“Rise, Jock, gang out and meet the priest,I hear his bridle ring;My Baby now shall be my wifeBefore the laverocks sing.”“O brother, this is not the priest;I fear he’ll come oer late;For armed men with shining brandsStand at the castle-yate.”“Haste Donald, Duncan, Dugald, Hugh!Haste, take your sword and spier!We’ll gar these traytors rue the hourThat eer they ventured here.”The Highland men drew their claymores,And gae a warlike shout,But Johny’s merry men kept the yate,Nae are durst venture out.The lovers rade the live-lang night,And safe gat on their way,And bonny Baby LivingstonHas gotten Johny Hay.“Awa, Glenlion! fy for shame!Gae hide ye in some den!You’ve lettn your bride be stown frae you,For a’ your armed men.”
Glenlionand his brother JohnWere birling in the ha,When they heard Johny’s bridle ring,As first he rade awa.“Rise, Jock, gang out and meet the priest,I hear his bridle ring;My Baby now shall be my wifeBefore the laverocks sing.”“O brother, this is not the priest;I fear he’ll come oer late;For armed men with shining brandsStand at the castle-yate.”“Haste Donald, Duncan, Dugald, Hugh!Haste, take your sword and spier!We’ll gar these traytors rue the hourThat eer they ventured here.”The Highland men drew their claymores,And gae a warlike shout,But Johny’s merry men kept the yate,Nae are durst venture out.The lovers rade the live-lang night,And safe gat on their way,And bonny Baby LivingstonHas gotten Johny Hay.“Awa, Glenlion! fy for shame!Gae hide ye in some den!You’ve lettn your bride be stown frae you,For a’ your armed men.”
Glenlionand his brother JohnWere birling in the ha,When they heard Johny’s bridle ring,As first he rade awa.
Glenlionand his brother John
Were birling in the ha,
When they heard Johny’s bridle ring,
As first he rade awa.
“Rise, Jock, gang out and meet the priest,I hear his bridle ring;My Baby now shall be my wifeBefore the laverocks sing.”
“Rise, Jock, gang out and meet the priest,
I hear his bridle ring;
My Baby now shall be my wife
Before the laverocks sing.”
“O brother, this is not the priest;I fear he’ll come oer late;For armed men with shining brandsStand at the castle-yate.”
“O brother, this is not the priest;
I fear he’ll come oer late;
For armed men with shining brands
Stand at the castle-yate.”
“Haste Donald, Duncan, Dugald, Hugh!Haste, take your sword and spier!We’ll gar these traytors rue the hourThat eer they ventured here.”
“Haste Donald, Duncan, Dugald, Hugh!
Haste, take your sword and spier!
We’ll gar these traytors rue the hour
That eer they ventured here.”
The Highland men drew their claymores,And gae a warlike shout,But Johny’s merry men kept the yate,Nae are durst venture out.
The Highland men drew their claymores,
And gae a warlike shout,
But Johny’s merry men kept the yate,
Nae are durst venture out.
The lovers rade the live-lang night,And safe gat on their way,And bonny Baby LivingstonHas gotten Johny Hay.
The lovers rade the live-lang night,
And safe gat on their way,
And bonny Baby Livingston
Has gotten Johny Hay.
“Awa, Glenlion! fy for shame!Gae hide ye in some den!You’ve lettn your bride be stown frae you,For a’ your armed men.”
“Awa, Glenlion! fy for shame!
Gae hide ye in some den!
You’ve lettn your bride be stown frae you,
For a’ your armed men.”