# Beautiful old song, entitled, The Duke of Gordon's three daughters/Beautiful old song, entitled, The Duke of Gordon's three daughters

THE
Duke of Gordon's Daughters.
THE Duke of Gordon had three daughters, Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jean. They would not stay in bonny Castle-Gordon, but they went to bonny Aberdeen.
They had not been in bonny Aberdeen a twelvemonth and a day, Till Jean fell in love with Captain Ogilvie, and from him she would not stay,
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 to me the black horse, he cry'd, my servant shall side on the grey; And I will go to bonny Aberdeen, forthwith 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 Jean.
O where is your sister, maidens? where is your sister now? O where is your sister, maidens? that she is not along with you ?
O pardon us, honored father! O pardon us 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 did he see Captain Ogilvie, training his gallant men.
O woe be to thee Captain Ogilvie, and an ill death thou shalt die! For taking to thee my daughter, high hanged thou shalt be!
The Duke of Gordon wrote a letter, and sent it to the king, Desiriring him to hang Captain Ogilvie, for marrying his daughter Jean.
Said the King, I’ll not hang Captain Ogilvie, for all the offence that I see; ​But I’ll cause him 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-lace and scarlet, and put on the single livery!
If this be for bonny Jeanie Gordon, this pennance I’ll take wi’; If this be for my true love Jeanie, all this and more I’ll dree.
Lady Jean had not been married a year but only three. Till she had a babe in every arm, and another upon her knee.
O but I'm weary wandering, O but my fortune is bad: sets not the Duke of Gordon's daughter, to follow a soldier lad.
O hold thy tongue, bonny Jeanie Gordon, O hold thy tongue, my lamb; For once I was a noble Captain, now for thy sake a single man.
O high were the hills and mountains, cold was the frost and snow, ​(illegible text)dy Jean’s shoes they were all torn, no further could she go.
O if I were 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 Jeanie Gordon, O hold your tongue my dow, I haze but one half crown in the world, and I’ll buy hose and shoon to you.
When she came to bonny Castle Gordon, and coming over the green. The Porter call’d out very loudly, O yonder comes our Lady Jean!
O you are welcome, bonny Jeanie Gordon, her father he did say; Thou art welcome, dear dearie Gordon, but away with your Ogilvie.
Now over the seas went the Captain, as a soldier under command; But a n essenger soon follow’d after, which caused a countermand.
Come home now brave Captain Ogilvie, to enjoy your brother’s land. O come home, gallant Captain Ogilvie, your the heir of Northumberland!
​What does this mean, says the Captain, where’s my brother’s children three?
O they are all dead and buried, the lands they are aeady 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 Jeanie i’ll see.
He soon came to bonny Castle Gordon, and then at the gate he stood:
The Porter cry’d with a loud voice, O here comes Captain Ogilvie!
O yon’re welcome now Captain Ogilvie, your fortunes advanced their,
No stranger can come within my gates, that I do love so dear
Sir, the last time I was at your gate, you would not let me in,
Now I'm come for my wife and children, no friendship else I claim
Then Jean came tripping down the stair, with the salt tear in her eye,
One babe she had at every foot, and one in her arms did ly.
The captain took her straight in his arms, O a happy man was he, ​saying, Welcome bonny Jeanie Gordon, Conntess of Northumberland to be.
The Captain came off with his Lady, and his lovely 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, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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