“ The Porter cry’d out with a loud shout,
Here comes Captain Ogilvie!
You’re welcome pretty Captain Ogilvie,
Your fortune's advanced I hear,
No stranger can come to my gates.
That I do love so dear. ”

“ It sets not the Duke of Gordon’s daughter
To follow a soilder lad.
O hold your tongue, bonny Jean Gordon,
O hold thy tongue my lamb,
For once I was a noble captain,
Now for thy sake a single man. ”

“ Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie,
Your the heir of Northumberland.
O what does this mean? says the Captain,
Where’s my brothers children three?
O they are all dead and buried,
The lands are all ready for thee. ”