The Duke 
 
 OF 
 
 Gordon's Daughters ; 
 
 To which h added, 
 
 The Challenge. 
 
 STIRLING: 
 
 &i4tited mid 8fal& IV'haUsale and IfteUii 
 
 by W. ^a.<3MT«, Boo!?eel!?r> 
 
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 liut X'l! cause him put oil ihe scar3e£ ? 
 And- put oa the singk livery. 
 
 Now word came to Captain Ogiivie, 
 In the chamber .where he lay, 
 
 To strip off the £jid-iace ^nd starlet, 
 And put oa the single livny. 
 
 If this be for bonny Jeanie Gordon, 
 This pennance I'll take wi' ; 
 
 If this be for my tiue love Jeanie, 
 All this and more i'li dree. 
 
 Lady Jean had not been married, 
 
 A year but only three, 
 Till 8*he had a babe in every arro f 
 
 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 iamb; 
 
 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 Know, 
 
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 I*a<fy Jean's shoes tLey were ail tora, 
 No further could she go- 
 
 if T were in the glens of Foudien, 
 Where hunting i have been, 
 
 1 could go to bonny castle Gordon, 
 Without either stockings or s»heen. 
 
 bold your tongue bonny Jeanie Gordon, 
 O hold your tongue my dow, 
 
 1 have 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 cali'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 Jeanie Gordon, 
 
 But away with your Ogilvie. 
 
 Now ever the seas went the Captain, 
 As a soldier under command ; 
 
 But a messenger soon follow'd aftejv 
 Which caused a countermand. 
 
 Come home now, brave Captain Ogilvie, 
 To eajoy your brother s land, 
 
O come hom(% gallant Captain Qgiiv"!*^ i 
 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 ready for thee. 
 
 Then hoist up your sails, brave Captain, 
 And Set us be jovial and free, 
 
 I'll go home and have my estate, 
 And tjbefi my dear Jeauie I'll see. 
 
 He socn came to bonny Castle Gordon, 
 And then at the gate stood he : 
 
 The Porter cry'd with a load voice, 
 O here comes Captain Ogilvie. 
 
 O you're welcome now Captain Ogiivic, 
 Your fortune's advanced I hear, 
 
 No stranger can come within my gates, 
 That I do love so dear. 
 
 Sir, the last time I was at your gate y 
 
 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, 
 
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 One babe she bad at ever) foof, 
 And one in ber arms did 1)', 
 
 The Captain took her straight in his arms, 
 
 O a happy man was he, 
 Saying Welcome bonny Jeanle Gordon, 
 
 Countess of Northumberland to be. 
 
 The Captain came off with his Lady, 
 
 And his lovely babies three, 
 Saying, I'm as good Mood by descent, 
 
 Though the great Duke of Gordon you be. 
 
 THE CHALLENGE. 
 
 You Gallic C*ascQBader«, 
 
 Your boats of war prepare, 
 And prove y ourselves invaders, 
 
 Of Britain- — if you dare. 
 All eager, arm'd, and steady, 
 
 On shore, and on the ^eas, 
 Her gallant sons are ready, 
 
 To meet you when you please. 
 
 September's reign is ended, 
 Her harvest safely kome. 
 
 Then why, if you intend it, 
 -Do you delay to come. 
 
The nights are long and daik enough, 
 
 Your passage to secure ; 
 But lest the weathe* should be rough, 
 
 Your fleets of boats injure. 
 
 Britannia, though a small land, * 
 
 Possesses wondrous wealth ; 
 Old Italy and Holand, 
 
 And all you gain'd by sicaitb 
 And ail you got by downright force, 
 
 With it cannot comoare» 
 There you may fill each empty purse, 
 And feast on princely hire. 
 
 But mark, in this same spot of earth, 
 
 A native plant is found, 
 Which from the day th*l! $$ave it birth, 
 
 Has bloom 'd all seasons /#&&ft<3 
 *Tis deadly poison te i%e, touch, 
 
 Of tyrants and of slavetjk . 
 And s»ie as fate ye French aad Dutds. 
 
 Wiit send you to v«.;;r graves. 
 
 Then cos*e yon ;;.-:uJ?rs, 
 
 With all fiur bt)*ts of war, 
 Aud prove }-s>o»4-: vt* invaders, 
 
 Oi Bntaia-— ii yasi dare t 
 AH e»fer arrisfd, and steady, 
 
 On snore and on the sea.«, 
 Her gallant sous ase ready, 
 
 To rr.ee t you wuen you please. 
 
 FIN IB. 
 
 McGILL LIBRARY