{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch099.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch099.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch099.htm","text":"99A.1 O JOHNEY was as brave a knight\nAs ever saild the sea,\nAn he\u2019s done him to the English court,\nTo serve for meat and fee.\n99A.2 He had nae been in fair England\nBut yet a little while,\nUntill the kingis ae daughter\nTo johney proves wi chil.\n99A.3 O word\u2019s come to the king himsel,\nIn his chair where he sat,\nThat his ae daughter was wi bairn\nTo Jack, the Little Scott.\n99A.4 \u2018Gin this be true that I do hear,\nAs I trust well it be,\nYe pit her into prison strong,\nAn starve her till she die.\u2019\n99A.5 O Johney\u2019s on to fair Scotland,\nA wot he went wi speed,\nAn he has left the kingis court,\nA wot good was his need.\n99A.6 O it fell once upon a day\nThat Johney he thought lang,\nAn he\u2019s gane to the good green wood,\nAs fast as he coud gang.\n99A.7 \u2018O whare will I get a bonny boy,\nTo rin my errand soon,\nThat will rin into fair England,\nAn haste him back again?\u2019\n99A.8 O up it starts a bonny boy,\nGold yallow was his hair,\nI wish his mither meickle joy,\nHis bonny love mieckle mair.\n99A.9 \u2018O here am I, a bonny boy,\nWill rin your errand soon;\nI will gang into fair England,\nAn come right soon again.\u2019\n99A.10 O whan he came to broken briggs,\nHe bent his bow and swam;\nAn whan he came to the green grass growan,\nHe slaikid his shoone an ran.\n99A.11 Whan he came to yon high castzel,\nHe ran it roun about,\nAn there he saw the king\u2019s daughter,\nAt the window looking out.\n99A.12 \u2018O here\u2019s a sark o silk, lady,\nYour ain han sewd the sleeve;\nYou\u2019r bidden come to fair Scotlan,\nSpeer nane o your parents leave.\n99A.13 \u2018Ha, take this sark o silk, lady,\nYour ain han swed the gare;\nYou\u2019re bidden come to good green wood,\nLove Johney waits you there.\u2019\n99A.14 She\u2019s turnd her right and roun about,\nThe tear was in her ee:\n\u2018How can I come to my true-love,\nExcept I had wings to flee?\n99A.15 \u2018Here am I kept wi bars and bolts,\nMost grievous to behold;\nMy breast-plate\u2019s o the sturdy steel,\nInstead of the beaten gold.\n99A.16 \u2018But tak this purse, my bonny boy,\nYe well deserve a fee,\nAn bear this letter to my love,\nAn tell him what you see.\u2019\n99A.17 Then quickly ran the bonny boy\nAgain to Scotlan fair,\nAn soon he reachd Pitnachton\u2019s towrs,\nAn soon found Johney there.\n99A.18 He pat the letter in his han\nAn taul him what he sa,\nBut eer he half the letter read,\nHe loote the tears doun fa.\n99A.19 \u2018O I will gae back to fair Englan,\nTho death shoud me betide,\nAn I will relieve the damesel\nThat lay last by my side.\u2019\n99A.20 Then out it spake his father dear,\nMy son, you are to blame;\nAn gin you\u2019r catchd on English groun,\nI fear you\u2019ll neer win hame.\n99A.21 Then out it spake a valiant knight,\nJohny\u2019s best friend was he;\nI can commaun five hunder men,\nAn I\u2019ll his surety be.\n99A.22 The firstin town that they came till,\nThey gard the bells be rung;\nAn the nextin town that they came till,\nThey gard the mess be sung.\n99A.23 The thirdin town that they came till,\nThey gard the drums beat roun;\nThe king but an his nobles a\u2019,\nWas startld at the soun.\n99A.24 Whan they came to the king\u2019s palace\nThey rade it roun about,\nAn there they saw the king himsel,\nAt the window looking out.\n99A.25 \u2018Is this the Duke o Albany,\nOr James, the Scottish king?\nOr are ye some great foreign lord,\nThat\u2019s come a visiting?\u2019\n99A.26 \u2018I\u2019m nae the Duke of Albany,\nNor James, the Scottish king;\nBut I\u2019m a valiant Scottish knight,\nPitnachton is my name.\u2019\n99A.27 \u2018O if Pitnachton be your name,\nAs I trust well it be,\nThe morn, or I tast meat or drink,\nYou shall be hanged hi.\u2019\n99A.28 Then out it spake the valiant knight\nThat came brave Johney wi;\nBehold five hunder bowmen bold,\nWill die to set him free.\n99A.29 Then out it spake the king again,\nAn a scornfu laugh laugh he;\nI have an Italian i my house\nWill fight you three by three.\n99A.30 \u2018O grant me a boon,\u2019 brave Johney cried;\n\u2018Bring your Italian here;\nThen if he fall beneath my sword,\nI\u2019ve won your daughter dear.\u2019\n99A.31 Then out it came that Italian,\nAn a gurious ghost was he;\nUpo the point o Johney\u2019s sword\nThis Italian did die.\n99A.32 Out has he drawn his lang, lang bran,\nStruck it across the plain:\n\u2018Is there any more o your English dogs\nThat you want to be slain?\u2019\n99A.33 \u2018A clark, a clark,\u2019 the king then cried,\n\u2018To write her tocher free;\u2019\n\u2018A priest, a priest,\u2019 says Love Johney,\n\u2018To marry my love and me.\n99A.34 \u2018I\u2019m seeking nane o your gold,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Nor of your silver clear;\nI only seek your daughter fair,\nWhose love has cost her dear.\u2019\n99B: Johnie Scott\n99B.1 JOHNNYRR\u2019rrS into England gane,\nThree quarters of a year;\nJohnny\u2019s into England gane,\nThe king\u2019s banner to bear.\n99B.2 He had na been in England lang,\nBut and a little while,\nUntill the king\u2019s daughter\nTo Johnny gaes wi child.\n99B.3 Word is to the kitchin gane,\nAnd word is to the ha,\nAnd word is to the king\u2019s palace,\nAmang the nobles a\u2019.\n99B.4 Word\u2019s gane to the king\u2019s palace,\nThe palace where she sat,\nThat his ae daughter gaes wi child\nTo Jock, the Little Scot.\n99B.5 \u2018If she be wi child,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018As I trow well she be,\nI\u2019ll put her into strang prison,\nAnd hang her till she die.\u2019\n99B.6 But up and spak young Johnny,\nAnd O he spake in time:\nIs there never a bony boy here\nWill rin my errand soon?\n99B.7 That will gae to yon castle,\nAnd look it round about?\nAnd there he\u2019ll see a fair lady,\nThe window looking out.\n99B.8 Up then spak a bony boy,\nAnd a bony boy was he:\nI\u2019ll run thy errand, Johnny, he said,\nUntill the day I die.\n99B.9 \u2018Put on your gown o silk, madam,\nAnd on your hand a glove,\nAnd gang into the good green-wood,\nTo Johnny, your true-love.\u2019\n99B.10 \u2018The fetters they are on my feet,\nAnd O but they are cauld!\nMy bracelets they are sturdy steel,\nInstead of beaten gold.\n99B.11 \u2018But I will write a lang letter,\nAnd seal it tenderlie,\nAnd I will send to my true-love,\nBefore that I do die.\u2019\n99B.12 The first look that Johnny lookd,\nA loud laughter gae he;\nBut the next look that Johnny gae,\nThe tear blinded his ee.\n99B.13 He says, I\u2019ll into England gae,\nWhatever may betide,\nAnd a\u2019 to seek a fair woman\nThat sud hae been my bride.\n99B.14 But up and speaks his father,\nAnd O he spak in time:\nIf that ye into England gae,\nI\u2019m feerd ye neer come hame.\n99B.15 But up then speaks our gude Scotch king,\nAnd a brisk young man was he:\nHe\u2019s hae five hunder o my life-guard,\nTo bear him companie.\n99B.16 When Johnny was on saddle set,\nAnd seemly for to see,\nThere was not a married man\nInto his companie.\n99B.17 When Johnny sat on saddle-seat,\nAnd seemly to behold,\nThe hair that hang on Johnny\u2019s head\nWas like the threads o gold.\n99B.18 When he cam to . . .\nHe gard the bells a\u2019 ring,\nUntill the king and a\u2019 his court\nDid marvel at the thing.\n99B.19 \u2018Is this the brave Argyle,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018That\u2019s landed and come hame?\nIs this the brave Argyle,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Or James, our Scottish king?\u2019\n99B.20 \u2018It\u2019s no the brave Argyle,\u2019 they said,\n\u2018That\u2019s landed and come hame;\nBut it is a brave young Scottish knight,\nMcNaughtan is his name.\u2019\n99B.21 \u2018If McNaughtan be his name,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018As I trow weel it be,\nThe fairest lady in a\u2019 my court\nGangs wi child to thee.\u2019\n99B.22 \u2018If that she be wi child,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018As I wat weel she be,\nI\u2019ll mak it lord o a\u2019 my land,\nAnd her my gay lady.\u2019\n99B.23 \u2018I have a champion in my court\nWill fight you a\u2019 by three;\u2019\nBut up then speaks a brisk young man,\nAnd a brisk young man was he:\nI will fight to my life\u2019s end,\nBefore poor Johnny die.\n99B.24 The king but and his nobles a\u2019\nWent out into the plain,\nThe queen but and her maidens a\u2019,\nTo see young Johnny slain.\n99B.25 The first wound that Johnny gae the champion\nWas a deep wound and sair;\nThe next wound that he gae the champion,\nHe never spak mair.\n99B.26 \u2018A priest, a priest,\u2019 young Johnny cries,\n\u2018To wed me and my love;\u2019\n\u2018A clerk, a clerk,\u2019 the king he cried,\n\u2018To sign her tocher gude.\u2019\n99B.27 \u2018I\u2019ll hae nane o your goud,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018I\u2019ll hae nane o your gear,\nBut a\u2019 I want is my true-love,\nFor I hae bought her dear.\u2019\n99B.28 He took out a little goat-horn,\nAnd blew baith loud and shill;\nThe victry\u2019s into Scotland gane,\nTho sair against their will.\n99C: Johnie Scott\n99C.1 O JOHNIERR\u2019rrS to the hunting gone,\nUnto the woods sae wild,\nAnd Earl Percy\u2019s old daughter\nTo Johnie goes with child.\n99C.2 O word is to the kitchen gone,\nAnd word is to the ha,\nAnd word is to the highest towers,\nAmang the nobles a\u2019.\n99C.3 \u2018If she be with child,\u2019 her father said,\n\u2018As woe forbid it be,\nI\u2019ll put her into a prison strong,\nAnd try the veritie.\u2019\n99C.4 \u2018But if she be with child,\u2019 her mother said,\n\u2018As woe forbid it be,\nI\u2019ll put her intil a dungeon dark,\nAnd hunger her till she die.\u2019\n99C.5 Then she has wrote a braid letter,\nAnd sealed it wi her hand,\nAnd sent T to the merry green wood,\nWi her own boy at command.\n99C.6 The first line of the letter he read,\nHis heart was full of joy;\nBut he had not read a line past two\nTill the salt tears blind his eye.\n99C.7 \u2018O I must up to England go,\nWhat ever me betide,\nFor to relieve that fair ladie\nThat lay last by my side.\u2019\n99C.8 Out and spak his father then,\nAnd he spak all in time:\nJohnie, if ye to England go,\nI fear ye\u2019ll neer return.\n99C.9 But out and spak his uncle then,\nAnd he spak bitterlie:\nFive hundred of my good life-guards\nShall go along with thee.\n99C.10 When they were mounted on their steeds,\nThey were comely to behold;\nThe hair that hung owre Johnie\u2019s shoulders\nWas like the yellow gold.\n99C.11 The first town that they came to,\nThey made the bells to ring;\nAnd when they rode the town all owre,\nThey made the trumpets sound.\n99C.12 When they came to Earl Percy\u2019s gates,\nThey rode them round about,\nAnd who saw he but his own true-love,\nAt a window looking out!\n99C.13 \u2018The doors they are bolted with iron and steel,\nThe windows round about;\nMy feet they are in fetters strong;\nAnd how can I get out?\n99C.14 \u2018My garters they are of the lead,\nAnd oh but they be cold!\nMy breast-plate\u2019s of the beaten steel,\nInstead of beaten gold.\u2019\n99C.15 But when they came to Earl Percy\u2019s yett,\nThey tirled at the pin;\nNone was so ready as Earl Percy\nTo open and let them in.\n99C.16 \u2018Art thou the King of Aulsberry,\nOr art thou the King of Spain?\nOr art thou one of our gay Scots lords,\nMcNachtan by thy name?\u2019\n99C.17 \u2018I\u2019m not the King of Aulsberry,\nNor yet the King of Spain;\nBut I am one of our gay Scots lords,\nJohnie Scot I am called by name.\u2019\n99C.18 \u2018If Johnnie Scot be thy name,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018As I trow weel it be,\nThe fairest lady in a\u2019 our court\nGaes big with child to thee.\u2019\n99C.19 \u2018If she be with child,\u2019 fair Johnie said,\n\u2018As I trow weel she be,\nI\u2019ll make it heir owre a\u2019 my land,\nAnd her my gay ladie.\u2019\n99C.20 \u2018But if she be with child,\u2019 her father said,\n\u2018As I trow weel she be,\nTomorrow morn again eight o clock\nHigh hanged thou shalt be.\u2019\n99C.21 But out and spak his uncle then,\nAnd he spak bitterlie:\nBefore that we see Johnie Scot slain,\nWe\u2019ll a\u2019 fight till we die.\n99C.22 \u2018But is there ever a Tailliant about your court,\nThat will fight duels three?\nBefore that I be hanged or slain,\nOn the Tailliant\u2019s sword I\u2019ll die.\u2019\n99C.23 But some is to the good green wood,\nAnd some is to the plain,\nEither to see fair Johnie hanged,\nOr else to see him slain.\n99C.24 And they began at eight o clock of the morning,\nAnd they fought on till three,\nTill the Tailliant, like a swallow swift,\nOwre Johnie\u2019s head did flee.\n99C.25 But Johnie being a clever young boy,\nHe wheeled him round about,\nAnd on the point of Johnie\u2019s broad sword\nThe Tailliant he slew out.\n99C.26 \u2018A priest, a priest,\u2019 fair Johnie cried,\n\u2018To wed my love and me;\u2019\n\u2018A clerk, a clerk,\u2019 her father cried,\n\u2018To sum the tocher free.\u2019\n99C.27 \u2018I\u2019ll have non of your gold,\u2019 fair Johnie said,\n\u2018Nor none of your white monie;\nBut I will have my own fair bride,\nFor I vow that I\u2019ve bought her dear.\u2019\n99C.28 He\u2019s taen his true-love by the hand,\nHe led her up the plain:\n\u2018Have you any more of your English dogs\nYou want for to have slain?\u2019\n99C.29 He took a little horn out of his pocket,\nHe blew it baith loud and shill,\nAnd honour\u2019s into Scotland gone,\nIn spite of England\u2019s skill.\n99D: Johnie Scott\n99D.1 O JOHNNIE Scot walks up and down\nAmong the woods sae wild;\nWho but the Earl of Percy\u2019s ae daughter\nTo him goes big with child!\n99D.2 O word is to the kitchen gone,\nAnd word\u2019s gone to the hall,\nAnd word is to King Henry gane,\nAnd amongst his nobles all.\n99D.3 O Johnnie\u2019s called his waiting-man,\nHis name was Germanie:\n\u2018O thou must to fair England go,\nBring me that fair ladie.\u2019\n99D.4 He rode till he came to Earl Percy\u2019s gate,\nHe tirled at the pin;\n\u2018O who is there?\u2019 said the proud porter,\n\u2018But I daurna let thee in.\u2019\n99D.5 So he rade up, and he rode down,\nTill he rode it round about;\nThen he saw her at a wee window,\nWhere she was looking out.\n99D.6 \u2018O thou must go to Johnnie Scot,\nUnto the woods so green,\nIn token of thy silken shirt,\nThine own hand sewed the seam.\u2019\n99D.7 \u2018How can I go to Johnnie Scot?\nOr how can I get out?\nMy breast plate\u2019s o the hard, hard iron,\nWith fetters round about.\n99D.8 \u2018But I will write a lang letter,\nAnd give it unto thee,\nAnd thou must take that to Johnnie Scot,\nSee what answer he sends to me.\u2019\n99D.9 When Johnnie looked the letter upon\nA sorry man was he;\nHe had not read one line but two\nTill the saut tear did blind his ee.\n99D.10 \u2018O I must to fair England go,\nWhatever me betide,\nAll for to fight for that gay ladie\nThat last lay by my side.\u2019\n99D.11 O out and spoke his father then,\nAnd he spoke well in time:\nO if you to fair England go,\nI doubt your coming home.\n99D.12 \u2018O no, O no,\u2019 said good King James,\n\u2018Before such a thing shall be,\nI\u2019ll send five hundred of my life-guards,\nTo bear Johnnie company.\u2019\n99D.13 When they were all on saddle set,\nMost pleasant to behold,\nThe hair that hung over Johnnie\u2019s neck\nWas like the links of gold.\n99D.14 When they were all marching away,\nMost beautiful to see,\nThere was not so much as a married man\nIn Johnnie\u2019s company.\n99D.15 O Johnnie was the foremost man\nIn the company that did ride;\nKing James he was the second man,\nWi his rapier by his side.\n99D.16 They rode till they came to Earl Percy\u2019s yate,\nThey tirled at the pin:\n\u2018O who is there?\u2019 said the proud porter;\n\u2018But I daurnot let thee in.\n99D.17 \u2018Is it the Duke of York,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Or James, our Scotish king?\nOr is it one of the Scotish lords,\nFrom hunting new come home?\u2019\n99D.18 \u2018It\u2019s not the Duke of York,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Nor James, our Scotish king;\nBut it is one of the Scotish lords,\nEarl Hector is my name.\u2019\n99D.19 When Johnnie came before the king,\nHe fell low down on his knee:\n\u2018O the brawest lady in a\u2019 my court\nWith child goes big to thee.\u2019\n99D.20 \u2018O if she be with child,\u2019 Johnnie said,\n\u2018As I trew well she be,\nI will make it heir of all my land,\nAnd her my gay ladie.\u2019\n99D.21 \u2018But if she be with child,\u2019 said the king,\n\u2018As I trew well she be,\nBefore the morn at ten o clock\nHigh hanged thou shalt be.\u2019\n99D.22 \u2018O no, O no,\u2019 said good King James,\n\u2018Before such a thing shall be,\nBefore that Johnnie Scot be hanged,\nWe\u2019ll a\u2019 fight till we die.\u2019\n99D.23 \u2018But there is a Talliant in my court,\nOf men he will fight five;\nGo bring them out to the green wood,\nSee wha will gain the prize.\u2019\n99D.24 Lords and ladies flocked all,\nThey flocked all amain,\nThey flocked all to the green wood,\nTo see poor Johnnie slain.\n99D.25 This Talliant he could find no way\nTo be poor Johnnie\u2019s dead,\nBut, like unto a swallow swift,\nHe jumped oer Johnnie\u2019s head.\n99D.26 But Johnnie was a clever man,\nCunning and crafty withal,\nAnd up on the top of his braid sword\nHe made this Talliant fall.\n99D.27 \u2018A priest, a priest,\u2019 then Johnnie cried,\n\u2018To marry my love and me;\u2019\n\u2018A clerk, a clerk,\u2019 her father cried,\n\u2018To sum the tocher free.\u2019\n99D.28 \u2018I\u2019ll take none of your gold,\u2019 Johnnie said,\n\u2018Nor none of your other gear,\nBut I\u2019ll just have my own true-love,\nThis day I\u2019ve won her dear.\u2019\n99E: Johnie Scott\n99E.1 MCNAUCHTONRR\u2019rrS unto England gane,\nThe king\u2019s banner to bear:\n\u2018O do you see yon castle, boy?\nIt\u2019s walled round about;\nThere you will spy a fair ladye,\nIn the window looking out.\u2019\n99E.2 \u2018Here is a silken sark, fair lady,\nThine own hand sewed the sleeve,\nAnd thou must go to yon green wood,\nTo Johnnie thy true-love.\u2019\n99E.3 \u2018The castle it is high, my boy,\nAnd walled round about;\nMy feet are in the fetters strong,\nAnd how can I get out?\n99E.4 \u2018My garters o the gude black iron,\nAnd they are very cold;\nMy breast plate\u2019s of the sturdy steel,\nInstead of beaten gold.\n99E.5 \u2018But had I paper, pen and ink,\nAnd candle at my command,\nIt\u2019s I would write a lang letter\nTo John in fair Scotland.\u2019\n99E.6 The first line that Johnnie looked on,\nA loud, loud lauch leuch he;\nThe second line that Johnnie looked on,\nThe tear did blind his ee.\n99E.7 Says, I must unto England go,\nWhatever me betide,\nFor to relieve my own fair lady,\nThat lay last by my side.\n99E.8 Then up and spoke Johnnie\u2019s auld mither,\nA well spoke woman was she:\nIf you do go to England, Johnnie,\nI may take farewell o thee.\n99E.9 Then up and spoke Johnnie\u2019s old father,\nA well spoke man was he:\nIt\u2019s twenty-four of my gay troop\nShall go along with thee.\n99E.10 When Johnie was on saddle set,\nRight comely to be seen,\nThere was not so much as a married man\nIn Johnie\u2019s companie;\nThere was not so much as a married man,\nNot a one only but ane.\n99E.11 The first gude toun that Johnie came to,\nHe made the bells be rung;\nThe next gude toun that Johnie came to,\nHe made the psalms be sung.\n99E.12 The next gude toun that Johnie came to,\nHe made the drums beat round,\nTill the king and all his merry men\nA-marvelled at the sound.\n99E.13 \u2018Are you the Duke of Mulberry,\nOr James, our Scotish king?\nAre you the Duke of Mulberry,\nFrom Scotland new come home?\u2019\n99E.14 \u2018I\u2019m not the Duke of Mulberry,\nNor James, our Scotish king;\nBut I am a true Scotishman,\nMcNaughtoun is my name.\u2019\n99E.15 \u2018If McNaughtoun be your name,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018As I trew well it be,\nThe fairest lady in a\u2019 my court\nShe goes with child to thee.\n99E.16 \u2018If McNauchton be your name,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018As I trew well it be,\nTomorrow morn by eight o clock\nO hanged you shall be.\u2019\n99E.17 O Johnie had a bonnie little boy,\nHis name was Germany:\n\u2018Before that we be all hanged, my sovereign,\nWe\u2019ll fight you till we die.\u2019\n99E.18 \u2018Say on, say on, my bonnie little boy,\nIt is well spoken of thee,\nFor there is a campioun in my court\nShall fight you three by three.\u2019\n99E.19 Next morning about eight o\u2019clock\nThe king and his merry men,\nThe queen and all her maidens fair,\nCame whistling down the green,\nTo see the cruel fight begin,\nAnd see poor Johnnie slain.\n99E.20 y fought on, and Johnie fought on,\nWi swords of tempered steel,\nUntil the drops of red, red blood\nRan prinkling down the field.\n99E.21 They fought on, and Johnie fought on,\nThey fought so manfullie\nThey left not a man alive in all the king\u2019s court,\nNot a man only but three.\n99E.22 \u2018A priest, a priest,\u2019 poor Johnie cries,\n\u2018To wed my love and me;\u2019\n\u2018A clerk, a clerk,\u2019 the king did cry,\n\u2018To write her portion free.\u2019\n99E.23 \u2018I\u2019ll have none of your gold,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Nor none of your white money,\nBut I will have mine own fair lady,\nWho has been dear to me.\u2019\n99E.24 Johnie put a horn unto his mouth,\nHe blew it wondrous schill;\nThe sound is unto Scotland gane,\nSair against all their will.\n99E.25 He put his horn to his mouth,\nHe blew it ower again,\nAnd aye the sound the horn cried,\n\u2018McNaughtoun\u2019s cure to them!\u2019\n99F: Johnie Scott\n99F.1 WORD has to the kitchen gane,\nAnd word is to the ha,\nAnd word has to the king himsell,\nIn the chamber where he sat,\nThat his ae daughter gaes wi bairn\nTo bonnie Johnie Scot.\n99F.2 Word has to the kitchen gane,\nAnd word has to the ha,\nAnd word has to the queen hersell,\nIn the chamber where she sat,\nThat her ae dochter gaes wi bairn\nTo bonnie Johnie Scot.\n99F.3 \u2018O if she be wi bairn,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018As I trew well she be,\nWe\u2019ll put her in a prison strang,\nAnd try her verity.\u2019\n99F.4 \u2018O if she be wi bairn,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018As I trew weel she be,\nWe\u2019ll put her in a dungeon dark,\nAnd hunger her till she die.\u2019\n99F.5 Now she has written a letter,\nAnd sealed it with her hand,\nAnd sent it unto Johnie Scot,\nTo come at her command.\n99F.6 The first lang line that he looked to,\nHe laughed at the same;\nThe neist lang line that he did read,\nThe tears did blin his een.\n99F.7 \u2018Once more to England I must go,\nMay God be my sure guide!\nAnd all to see that lady fair\nThat last lay by my side.\u2019\n99F.8 Then out bespoke our Scotish king,\nAnd he spoke manfullie:\nI and three thousand of my guards\nWill bear you companye.\n99F.9 They all were mounted on horseback,\nSo gallantly they rode;\nThe hair that hung owre Johnie\u2019s shoulders\nWas like the links of goud.\n99F.10 When they came to the king of England\u2019s gate,\nThey knocked at the pin;\nSo ready was the king himsell\nTo open and let them in.\n99F.11 \u2018Are you the Duke [of York],\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Or are ye the King of Spain?\nOr are ye some of the gay Scots boys,\nFrom hunting now come hame?\u2019\n99F.12 \u2018I am not the Duke of York,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Nor yet the King of Spain;\nBut I am one of the gay Scots boys,\nFrom hunting just come hame.\u2019\n99F.13 \u2018If you are one of the Scots boys,\nAs I trew weel you be,\nThe fairest lady in my hall\nGaes big wi child to thee.\u2019\n99F.14 \u2018Then if she be wi bairn,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018As I trew weel she be,\nI\u2019ll make him heir of a\u2019 my gear,\nAnd her my fair ladye.\u2019\n99F.15 \u2018If she be wi bairn,\u2019 her father says,\n\u2018As I trew weel she be,\nBefore the morn at ten o\u2019clock\nHigh hanged thou shall be.\u2019\n99F.16 Then out bespake our Scotish king,\nAnd he spoke manfullie:\nBefore that Johnie Scott be slain,\nWe\u2019ll all fight till we die.\n99F.17 \u2018I have a Talliant in my house\nWe\u2019ll fight your men by three;\u2019\n\u2018Bring out your trooper,\u2019 Johnie says,\n\u2018For fain I would him see.\u2019\n99F.18 Some gade unto the high mountain,\nSome gade unto the plain,\nSome at high windows looked out,\nTo see poor Johnie slain.\n99F.19 The Talliant he fought on a while,\nThinking of Johnie would retire,\nAnd then he, like a swallow swifte,\nOwre Johnie\u2019s head did flee.\n99F.20 But Johnie was a clever man,\nAnd turned about with speed,\nAnd on the edge of his broadsword\nHe slew the Talliant dead.\n99F.21 Then he has brought the lady out,\nAnd sat her on a dapple-gray,\nAnd being mounted on before,\nThey briskly rode away.\n99F.22 Now the honour unto Scotland came,\nIn spite of England\u2019s skill;\nThe honour unto Scotland came\nIn spite of England\u2019s will.\n99G: Johnie Scott\n99G.1 JOHNIE SCOTTRR\u2019rrS a hunting gone,\nTo England woods so wild,\nUntil the king\u2019s old dochter dear\nShe goes to him with child.\n99G.2 \u2018If she be with bairn,\u2019 her mother says,\n\u2018As I trew weel she be,\nWe\u2019ll put her in a dark dungeon,\nAnd hunger her till she die.\u2019\n99G.3 \u2018If she be with bairn,\u2019 her father says,\n\u2018As oh forbid she be!\nWe\u2019ll put her in a prison strong,\nAnd try the veritie.\u2019\n99G.4 The king did write a long letter,\nSealed it with his own hand,\nAnd he sent it to Johnie Scot,\nTo speak at his command.\n99G.5 When Johnie read this letter long,\nThe tear blindit his ee:\n\u2018I must away to Old England;\nKing Edward writes for me.\u2019\n99G.6 Out and spak his mother dear,\nShe spoke aye in time:\nSon, if thou go to Old England,\nI fear thou\u2019ll neer come hame.\n99G.7 Out and spoke a Scotish prince,\nAnd a weel spoke man was he:\nHere\u2019s four and twenty o my braw troops,\nTo bear thee companie.\n99G.8 Away they gade, awa they rade,\nAway they rade so slie;\nThere was not a maried man that day\nIn Johnie\u2019s companie.\n99G.9 The first good town that they passed thro,\nThey made their bells to ring;\nThe next good town that they passed thro,\nThey made their music sing.\n99G.10 The next gude town that they passed thro,\nThey made their drums beat round,\nThe king and a\u2019 his gay armies\nAdmiring at the sound.\n99G.11 When they came to the king\u2019s court,\nThey travelled round about,\nAnd there he spied his own true-love,\nAt a window looking out.\n99G.12 \u2018O fain wald I come down,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Of that ye needna dout;\nBut my garters they\u2019re of cauld, cauld iron,\nAnd I can no win out.\n99G.13 \u2018My garters they\u2019re of cauld, cauld iron,\nAnd it is very cold;\nMy breast-plate is of sturdy steel,\nInstead o beaten gold.\u2019\n99G.14 Out and spoke the king himsell,\nAnd an angry man was he:\nThe fairest lady in a\u2019 my court,\nShe goes with child to thee.\n99G.15 \u2018If your old doughter be with child,\nAs I trew weel she be,\nI\u2019le make it heir of a\u2019 my land,\nAnd her my gay lady.\u2019\n99G.16 \u2018There is a Talliant in my court,\nThis day he\u2019s killed three;\nAnd gin the morn by ten o\u2019clock\nHe\u2019ll kill thy men and thee.\u2019\n99G.17 Johnie took sword into his hand,\nAnd walked cross the plain;\nThere was many a weeping lady there,\nTo see young Johnie slain.\n99G.18 The Talliant, never knowing this,\nNow he\u2019ll be Johnie\u2019s dead,\nBut, like unto a swallow swift,\nHe flew out owre his head.\n99G.19 Johnie was a valliant man,\nWeel taught in war was he,\nAnd on the point of his broad sword\nThe Talliant stickit he.\n99G.20 Johnie took sword into his hand,\nAnd walked cross the plain:\n\u2018Are there here any moe of your English dogs\nThat\u2019s wanting to be slain?\n99G.21 \u2018A priest, a priest,\u2019 young Johnie cries,\n\u2018To wed my bride and me;\u2019\n\u2018A clerk, a clerk,\u2019 her father cried,\n\u2018To tell her tocher wi.\u2019\n99G.22 \u2018I\u2019m wanting none of your gold,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018As little of your gear;\nBut give me just mine own true-love,\nI think I\u2019ve won her dear.\u2019\n99G.23 Johnie sets horn into his mouth,\nAnd he blew loud and schrill;\nThe honour it\u2019s to Scotland come,\nSore against England\u2019s will.\n99H: Johnie Scott\n99H.1 \u2018WHERE will I gett a bony boy,\nThat would fain win hose and shoon,\nThat will go on to yon palace,\nAnd hast him back again?\u2019\n99H.2 \u2018Here am I, a bony boy,\nThat would fain win hose and shoon,\nThat will go on to yon palace,\nAnd haste me back again.\u2019\n99H.3 \u2018When you come to yon palace,\nYou\u2019l run it round about;\nThere you\u2019l see a gay lady,\nAt the window looking out.\n99H.4 \u2018Give hir this shirt of silk,\nHir own hand sewed the slive,\nAnd bid her come to good green woods,\nSpear no hir parents\u2019 leave.\n99H.5 \u2018Give hir this shirt of silk, boy,\nHir own hand sewed the gare;\nYou\u2019l bid her come to good green woods,\nLove Johny, I\u2019ll meet hir there.\u2019\n99H.6 When he came to yon palace,\nHe ran it round about,\nAnd there he saw a gay lady,\nAt the window looking out.\n99H.7 \u2018Take here this shirt of silk, lady,\nYour own hand sewed the slive;\nYou\u2019re biden come to good green woods,\nSpire no your parents\u2019 leave.\n99H.8 \u2018Take here this shirt of silk, lady,\nYour own hand sewed the gare;\nYou\u2019re biden come to good green woods,\nLove Johny\u2019ll meet you there.\u2019\n99H.9 \u2018The staunchens they are strong, boy,\nDear, vow but they are stout!\nMy feet they are in strong fetters,\nAnd how shall I win out?\n99H.10 \u2018My garters is of the cold iron,\nDear, vow but they are cold!\nAnd three splits of the sturdy steel,\nInstead of beaten goold.\n99H.11 \u2018But I will write a braud leter,\nAnd sign it with my hand,\nAnd I will send it to Love Johny,\nWeel may he understand.\u2019\n99H.12 And she has wrote [a] braud leter,\nAnd signd it with hir hand,\nAnd sent it on to Love Jony,\nWeel did he understand.\n99H.13 When he got this letter,\nA light laugh did he gie;\nBut or he read it half down through,\nThe salt tears blinded \u2019s ee.\n99H.14 Says, I\u2019ll awa to fair England,\nWhat ever may betide,\nAnd all is for the fair lady\nThat lay close by my side.\n99H.15 Out it spoke Jony\u2019s mother,\nAnd she spoke ay through pride;\nSays, If ye go to fair England,\nSir, better to you bide.\n99H.16 When Jony was on his sadle set,\nAnd seemly to behold,\nEvery tet o Love Jony\u2019s hair\nWas like the threads of goold.\n99H.17 When Jony was on his sadle set,\nAnd seemly for to see,\nThere was not a maried man\nIn a\u2019 Jony\u2019s company.\n99H.18 The first town that they came till,\nThey gard the bells be rung;\nThe next town that they came till,\nThey gard the mess bee sung.\n99H.19 When they came to the king\u2019s palace,\nThe drums they did beat round,\nAnd the quien and her marys all\nAmased at the sound.\n99H.20 \u2018Is this the Duke of Mulberry,\nOr James, our Scottish king?\nOr is it any noble lord\nThat\u2019s going a visiting?\u2019\n99H.21 \u2018It\u2019s not the Duke of Mulberry,\nNor James, our Scottish king;\nBut it is Jack, the Little Scot,\nAnd Auchney is his name.\u2019\n99H.22 \u2018If Auchney bee your name,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018As I trust weel it be,\nThe fairest lady in all my court\nShe goes with bairn to the.\u2019\n99H.23 \u2018If she be with bairn,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018As I doubt not nor she be,\nI will make it heir oer all my land,\nAnd hir my gay lady.\u2019\n99H.24 The king he swore a solemn oath,\nAnd a solemn oath swore he,\n\u2018The morn, before I eat or drink,\nHigh hanged he shall be!\u2019\n* * * * *\n99H.25 The king and his nobles all\nWent out into the plain,\nAnd the quen and hir marys all,\nTo see Love Johny slain.\n99H.26 They fought up, and they fought down,\nWith swords of temperd steel,\nBut not a drop of Johny\u2019s blood\nIn that day he did spill.\n99H.27 Out they brought the Itilian,\nAnd a greecy ghost was he,\nBut by the edge o Love Johny\u2019s sword\nThat Itilian did die.\n99H.28 Johny\u2019s taen his neat drawn sword,\nAnd stript it to the stran:\n\u2018Is there any more of your English dogs\nThat wants for to be slain?\u2019\n99H.29 \u2018A clerck, a clerck,\u2019 now says the king,\n\u2018To sign her tocher free;\u2019\n\u2018A priest, a priest,\u2019 said Love Johny,\n\u2018To mary my dear and me.\n99H.30 \u2018I fought not for your goold, your goold,\nI fought not for your gear,\nBut I fought for my rose Mary,\nAnd vow! I\u2019ve bought hir dear.\u2019\n99I: Johnie Scott\n99I.1 JOHNIE is up to London gane,\nThree quarters o the year,\nAnd he is up to London gane,\nThe king\u2019s banner for to bear.\n99I.2 He had na been in fair London\nA twalmonth and a day,\nTill the king\u2019s ae daughter\nTo Johnie gangs wi child.\n99I.3 O word is to the kitchen gane,\nAnd word is to the ha,\nAnd word is to the king himsel\nAmang his nobles a\u2019.\n* * * * *\n99I.4 She has wrote a braid letter,\nShe has wrote it tenderly,\nAnd she\u2019s wrote a braid letter,\nTo lat her Johnie see\n99I.5 That her bower is very high,\nIt\u2019s aw weel walled about;\nHer feet are in the fetters strang,\nHer body looking out.\n99I.6 Her garters are of cauld iron,\nAnd they are very cold;\nHer breist-plate is o the sturdy steel,\nInstead o the beaten gold.\n99I.7 Whan he lookit the letter on,\nA licht lauch gaed he;\nBut eer he read it til an end,\nThe tear blindit his ee.\n99I.8 \u2018I maun up to London gang,\nWhatever me betide,\nAnd louse that lady out o prison strang;\nShe lay last by my side.\u2019\n99I.9 Up spak Johnie\u2019s ae best man,\nThat stood by Johnie\u2019s knie:\nYe\u2019ll get twenty four o my best men,\nTo bear ye companie.\n99I.10 When Johnie was in his saddle set,\nA pleasant sicht to see,\nThere was na ae married man\nIn Johnie\u2019s companie.\n99I.11 The first toun that he cam till,\nHe made the mass be sung;\nThe niest toun that he cam till,\nHe made the bells be rung.\n99I.12 When he cam to fair London,\nHe made the drums gae round;\nThe king and his nobles aw\nThey marvelld at the sound.\n99I.13 \u2018Is this the Duke of Winesberry,\nFor James, the Scotish king;\nOr is it a young gentleman,\nThat wants for to be in?\u2019\n99I.14 \u2018It\u2019s na the Duke of Winesberry,\nNor James, the Scotish king;\nBut it is a young gentleman,\nBuneftan is his name.\u2019\n99I.15 Up spak the king himsel,\nAn angry man was he:\nThe morn eer I eat or drink\nHie hangit sall he be.\n99I.16 Up spak Johnie\u2019s ae best man,\nThat stood by Johnie\u2019s knie:\nAfore our master he be slain\nWe\u2019ll aw fecht till we die.\n99I.17 Up spak the king himsel,\nAnd up spak he:\nI have an Italian in my court\nThat will fecht ye manifullie.\n99I.18 \u2018If ye hae an Italian in your court,\nFu fain wad I him see;\nIf ye hae an Italian in your court,\nYe may bring him here to me.\u2019\n99I.19 The king and his nobles aw\nWent tripping doun the plain,\nWi the queen and her maries aw,\nTo see fair Johnie slain.\n99I.20 Even anent the prison-door\nThe battle did begin;\n. . . .\n. . . .\n99I.21 They foucht up, and they foucht doun,\nWi swerds o tempered steel,\nTil Johnie wi his gude braidswerd\nMade the Italian for to yield.\n99I.22 He has kickd him with his foot,\nAnd he has kickd him oure the plain:\n\u2018Onie mair Italians in your court\nYe want for to be slain?\u2019\n99I.23 \u2018A clerk, a clerk,\u2019 the king cried,\n\u2018To sign her tocher-fee;\u2019\n\u2018A priest, a priest,\u2019 young Johnie said,\n\u2018To marry her and me.\n99I.24 \u2018For I want nane o your gowd,\nNor nane o your weel won fee;\nI only want your fair dochter,\nI have won her mannfullie.\u2019\n99J: Johnie Scott\n99J.1 O word is to the queen hersel,\nIn parlour whare she sat,\nThat the king\u2019s dochter goes wi child\nTo Jock, that little Scot.\n99J.2 O word is to the king himsel,\nAnd an angry man was he;\nSays, I will put her in cold prison,\nAnd hunger her till she dee.\n99J.3 The ladie was laid in cold prison,\nBy the king, a grievous man;\nAnd up and starts a little boy,\nUpon her window-stane.\n99J.4 Says, Here\u2019s a silken shift, ladye,\nYour ane hand sewed the sleeve,\nAnd ye maun gang to yon greenwud,\nAnd of your freends speir na leave.\n99J.5 \u2018My bouer is very hie,\u2019 said the lady,\n\u2018And it\u2019s wondrous hie round about;\nMy feet are lockit in the iron fetters,\nAnd how can I get out?\n99J.6 \u2018But I will write a braid letter,\nAnd seal it tenderlie,\nAnd send it to yon greenwud,\nAnd let young Johnie see.\u2019\n99J.7 O Johnie\u2019s to his father gane,\nAnd til him did say,\nO I maun up to London, father,\nAnd fecht for that lady gay.\n99J.8 His father spak but ae word,\nSays, I speak it in time;\nFor an ye gang to London, Johnie,\nI fear your coming hame.\n99J.9 And out and spak anither youth,\nAnd a pretty youth was he:\nAfore I see young Johnie dung\nI\u2019ll fecht for him till I dee.\n* * * * *\n99J.10 He has wallowd it, he has wallowd it,\nHe\u2019s wallowd it again;\nCries, Onie mae o your English dogs\nThat wants for to be slain?\n99J.11 He set the horn until his mouth,\nAnd he has blawn baith loud and shill;\nThe victor\u2019s doun to Scotland gane,\nRicht sair against their will.\n99K: Johnie Scott\n99K.1 JOHNIERR\u2019rrS up to England gane,\nThree quarters o a year;\nJohnie\u2019s up to England gane,\nThe king\u2019s banner to bear.\n99K.2 He had not in fair England been\nA month \u2019twas barely ane,\nWhen the fairest lady o the court\nTo Johnie wi child is gane.\n99K.3 Word is to the kitchen gane,\nAnd word\u2019s gane to the ha;\nWord\u2019s gane to the high, high rooms,\nAmong the nobles a\u2019.\n99K.4 And word o\u2019t to the king is gane,\nIn the chamber where he sat,\nHis only daughter goes wi child\nTo Johnie, the Little Scot.\n99K.5 \u2018O if she be wi child,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018As I trow weel she be,\nI\u2019ll lock her up in strong prison,\nAnd punish her till she dee.\u2019\n99K.6 Then she has wrote a long letter,\nAnd seald it without a blot,\nAnd she has sent it to fair Scotland,\nTo Johnie, the Little Scot.\n99K.7 The first line that he did read,\nIn laughter loud was he;\nBut or he gat the hindmost read\nThe tear blindit his ee.\n99K.8 \u2018Get ready for me the black, black steed,\nGet ready for me the brown,\nAnd saddle to me the swiftest horse\nEer carried man to town.\u2019\n99K.9 Whan he cam to Edinburgh town,\nHe made the bells to ring,\nAnd when he cam to merry Carlisle,\nHe made the monks to sing.\n99K.10 When he cam to the king\u2019s gates,\nHe made his drums beat round;\nThe king bot and his nobles a\u2019\nThey wonderd at the sound.\n99K.11 \u2018Is this [the] King of France,\u2019 he cried,\n\u2018Or is\u2019t the King of Spain?\nOr is it Johnie, the Little Scot,\nThat\u2019s wanting to be slain?\u2019\n99K.12 \u2018It\u2019s neither the King of France,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Nor is\u2019t the King of Spain;\nBut it is Johnie, the Little Scot,\nThat\u2019s come to claim his ain.\u2019\n* * * * *\n99K.13 They foucht it ance, they foucht it twice,\nThey foucht it oure again,\nTill draps o blood, like draps o rain,\nWar rinning to the plain.\n99K.14 Then Johnie drew a nut-brown brand,\nAnd strook it oure the plain,\nSaying, Are there onie mae o your Englishmen\nThat\u2019s wanting to be slain?\n99K.15 \u2018A clerk, a clerk,\u2019 the king he cried,\n\u2018To sign her tocher-fee;\u2019\n\u2018A priest, a priest,\u2019 then Johnie cried,\n\u2018To marry my love and me.\n99K.16 \u2018I\u2019ll hae nane o your gowd,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018As little o your gear;\nBut I\u2019ll hae her, my ain true-love,\nFor I\u2019m sure I\u2019ve coft her dear.\u2019\n99L: Johnie Scott\n99L.1 JOHNNIE SCOTTRR\u2019rrS a hunting gane,\nTo England\u2019s woods sae wild;\nThe fairest flower of all England\nTo Johnnie provd big with child.\n99L.2 It\u2019s word\u2019s going up, and word\u2019s going down,\nGoing to the king\u2019s bower,\nThat his dear daughter was with child,\nThat was his daily flower.\n99L.3 \u2018If she be with child,\nAs I suppose she be,\nI\u2019ll put her into prison strong,\nAnd hunger her till she die.\u2019\n99L.4 The king he wrote a letter broad,\nAnd sealed it with his hands,\nAnd sent it down to Johnnie Scott,\nIn Scotland where he stands.\n99L.5 The first line that Johnnie lookd on,\nA merry man was he;\nThe next line that he lookd on,\nThe salt tears blinded his eye.\n99L.6 Out then spoke his old father,\nWho neer spoke out of time:\nAnd if you go to England, son,\nI doubt your coming home.\n99L.7 Out then spoke our Scottish James,\nSitting low by Johnnie\u2019s knee:\nFifteen score of my life-guards\nShall ride in your company.\n99L.8 When Johnnie came to the king\u2019s court\nHe rode it round about,\nAnd there he spied his own true-love,\nFrom the jail-window looking out.\n99L.9 \u2018Come down, true-love,\u2019 said Johnnie Scott,\n\u2018And now you\u2019ll ride behind me;\nBefore I leave fair England\nSome life shall die for thee.\u2019\n99L.10 \u2018My feet are in the fetters strong,\nI\u2019m belted round about;\nMy breastplate is of the stubborn steel,\nInstead of beaten gold.\u2019\n99L.11 When Johnnie came to the king\u2019s bower\nHe tinkled at the ring;\nWho was so ready as the king himself\nTo let proud Johnnie in!\n99L.12 \u2018Are ye the Duke of Marlborough,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Or James, our Scottish king?\nOr are you my bastard son,\nFrom Scotland new come home?\u2019\n99L.13 \u2018I\u2019m not the Duke of Marlborough,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Nor James, our Scottish king;\nBut I am just a good Scotch lad,\nAnd Johnnie Scott\u2019s my name.\u2019\n99L.14 \u2018If you be Johnnie Scott,\u2019 says he,\n\u2018As I suppose you be,\nThe fairest flower in all England\nIs big with child by thee.\u2019\n99L.15 \u2018If she be big with child,\u2019 said he,\n\u2018As I hope her to be,\nI\u2019ll make it heir of all my lands,\nAnd she my gay lady.\u2019\n99L.16 \u2018O no,\u2019 then the king he crys,\n\u2018There\u2019s no such thing will be;\nThere is an Italian in my court,\nAnd by his hands ye\u2019ll die.\u2019\n99L.17 \u2018I\u2019ll stand my ground,\u2019 says Johnnie Scott,\n\u2018I\u2019ll stand it till I die;\nI\u2019ll stand my ground,\u2019 says Johnnie Scott,\n\u2018One foot I\u2019d scorn to fly.\u2019\n99L.18 When the Italian was brought out,\nA fearsome sight was he;\nBetween his brows three women\u2019s spang,\nHis shoulders was yards three.\n99L.19 As Johnnie, being a crafty lad,\nWell tried at the sword was he,\nUpon the point of his broad sword\nHe made the Italian die.\n99M: Johnie Scott\n99M.1 LORD JOHNNIERR\u2019rrS up to England gane,\nThree quarters of an year;\nLord Johnnie\u2019s up to England gone,\nThe king\u2019s banner to bear.\n99M.2 He had not been in fair England,\nThree quarters he was not,\nTill the king\u2019s eldest daughter\nGoes with child to Lord Johnnie Scott.\n99M.3 Word has to the kitchen gone,\nAnd word\u2019s gone to the hall,\nAnd word\u2019s gone to the high, high room,\nAmong the nobles all.\n99M.4 And word has gaen to the king himsel,\nIn his chamber where he sat,\nThat his eldest daughter goes wi child\nTo good Lord Johnnie Scott.\n99M.5 \u2018Gin that be true,\u2019 the king replied,\n\u2018As I suppose it be,\nI\u2019ll put her in a prison strong,\nAnd starve her till she die.\u2019\n* * * * *\n99M.6 \u2018O where will I get a little page,\nThat will win baith hose and shoon,\nAnd run into fair Scotland,\nAnd tell my love to come?\u2019\n* * * * *\n99M.7 \u2018What news, what news, my little page?\nWhat news hae ye brought to me?\u2019\n\u2018Bad news, bad news, my master dear,\nThe king\u2019s daughter maun die.\n99M.8 \u2018Here is a shirt, O master dear,\nHer ain hand sewd the sleeve;\nShe bad me run and tell ye this,\nAnd ask nae person\u2019s leave.\n99M.9 \u2018They have her in a prison strong,\nAnd in a dungeon deep;\nHer feet are in the fetters strong,\nAnd they\u2019ve left her to weep.\n99M.10 \u2018Her feet are in the cold, cold iron,\nInstead of beaten gold;\nHer garters are of the cauld, cauld iron,\nAnd O but they are cold!\u2019\n* * * * *\n99M.11 \u2018A clerk, a clerk,\u2019 the king did cry,\n\u2018To cry the toucher-fee;\u2019\n\u2018A priest, a priest,\u2019 Lord Johnnie cry\u2019d,\n\u2018To join my love and me.\n99M.12 \u2018I want none of your gold,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Nor as little want I a fee;\nBut I do want your daughter dear,\nMy wedded wife to be.\u2019\n99N: Johnie Scott\n99N.1 LORD JOHN he\u2019s on to England gone,\nTo England gone is he;\nLove John he\u2019s on to England gone,\nThe king\u2019s banneret to be.\n99N.2 He hadna been in fair England\nO but a little while,\nTill faen in love wi the king\u2019s daughter,\nAnd to him she\u2019s with chile.\n99N.3 Now word is to the kitchen gane,\nAnd word is to the ha,\nAnd word is to the king\u2019s high court,\nAnd that was warst of a\u2019.\n99N.4 Out then spake the king himsell,\nAn angry man was he:\nI\u2019ll put her in prison strong,\nAnd starve her till she die.\n99N.5 Love John he\u2019s on to Scotland gone,\nI wat he\u2019s on wi speed;\nLove John he\u2019s on to Scotland gone,\nAnd as good was his need.\n99N.6 He hadna been in fair Scotland\nBut a very short tide,\nTill he minded on the damsel\nThat lay last by his side.\n99N.7 \u2018Whare will I get a bonny boy,\nWill win baith meat and fee,\nThat will run on to fair England,\nAnd haste him back to me?\u2019\n99N.8 \u2018O here am I, a bonny boy,\nWill win baith meat and fee,\nThat will run on to fair England,\nAnd haste him back to thee.\u2019\n99N.9 \u2018Where ye find the grass grow green,\nYe\u2019ll slack your shoes and rin;\nAnd when ye find the brigs broken,\nYe\u2019ll bend your bow and swim.\n99N.10 \u2018And when ye come to the king\u2019s high court,\nYe\u2019ll rin it round about,\nAnd there ye\u2019ll see a lady gay,\nAt a window looking out.\n99N.11 \u2018Bid her take this shirt of silk,\nHer ain hand sewed the sleeve;\nBid her come to good green-wood,\nAt her parents spier nae leave.\n99N.12 \u2018Bid her take this shirt of silk,\nHer ain hand sewed the gair;\nBid her come to good green-wood,\nLove John he waits her there.\u2019\n99N.13 Where he found the grass grow green,\nHe slackd his shoes and ran;\nWhere he fan the brigs broken,\nHe bent his bow and swam.\n99N.14 When he came to the king\u2019s high court,\nHe ran it round about;\nAnd there he saw the lady gay,\nAt the window looking out.\n99N.15 \u2018Ye\u2019re bidden take this shirt of silk,\nYere ain hand sewed the sleeve;\nYe\u2019re bidden come to good green-wood,\nAt your parents spier nae leave.\n99N.16 \u2018Ye\u2019re bidden take this shirt of silk,\nYere ain hand sewed the gair;\nYe\u2019re bidden come to good green-wood,\nLove John he waits you there.\u2019\n99N.17 \u2018My feet are in the fetters strong,\nInstead of silken sheen;\nMy breast-plate\u2019s of the cold iron,\nInstead of gold so fine.\n99N.18 \u2018But I will write a broad letter,\nAnd seal it with my hand,\nAnd send it off to my Love Johnny,\nAnd let him understand.\u2019\n99N.19 The first line that he looked on,\nA loud laughter laught he;\nBut ere he read it to the end,\nThe tear blinded his ee.\n99N.20 \u2018O I will on to fair England,\nWhatever me betide,\nFor to relieve the damsel\nThat lay last by my side.\u2019\n99N.21 Out it spake his father dear,\nA noble lord was he:\nIf ye gang to England, Johnny,\nYe\u2019ll neer come back to me.\n99N.22 Out it spake a noble lord,\nA noble lord, I wat, was he:\nFifteen of our Scottish lords\nWill bear his honour companie.\n99N.23 The first town that they eer came till,\nThey gart the bells be rung;\nThe next town that they came till,\nThey gart the mass be sung.\n99N.24 And when they came to the king\u2019s court,\nThey gart the trumpet soun,\nTill the king and all his merry young men\nDid marvel at the tune.\n99N.25 \u2018Is this the Duke of Marlborough,\nOr James, the Scottish king?\nOr is it else some Scottish lord,\nCome here a visiting?\u2019\n99N.26 \u2018It\u2019s not the Duke of Marlborough,\nNor James, the Scottish king:\nIt is Love John of fair Scotland,\nCome here a visiting.\u2019\n99N.27 \u2018If this be John of fair Scotland,\nHe\u2019s dearly welcome to me;\nThe morn ere he eat or drink,\nHigh hanged he shall be.\u2019\n99N.28 He\u2019s taen his broadsword in his hand,\nAnd stripd it oer a stane;\nThen thro and thro the king\u2019s high court\nWith broadsword now is gane.\n99N.29 They fought it up, they fought it down,\nTill they were weary men,\nWhen the blood, like drops of rain,\nCame trickling down the plain.\n99N.30 Out it spake the king himsel,\nAne angry man was he:\nI have ane Italian within my court\nWill fight ye three and three.\n99N.31 Out it came that ae Italian,\nAs pale as death was he,\nAnd on the point of Johnny\u2019s sword\nThat ae Italian did die.\n99N.32 \u2018A clerk, a clerk,\u2019 the king he cried,\n\u2018And seal her tocher wi;\u2019\n\u2018A priest, a priest,\u2019 Lord John he cried,\n\u2018That we may married be.\n99N.33 \u2018For I want neither gold,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Nor do I want your gear;\nBut I do want my ain true-love,\nFor I have bought her dear.\u2019\n99O: Johnie Scott\n99O.1 * * * *\nout then spak his auld faither,\nAnd a blythe auld man was he,\nSaying, I\u2019ll send five hunner o my brisk young men,\nTo bear Johnie companie.\n99O.2 And when they were on saddle set,\nThey were a pleasant sight for to see,\nFor there was na ae married man\nIn a\u2019 Johnie\u2019s companie.\n99O.3 And when they were on saddle set,\nThey were a pleasant sight to behold,\nFor the hair that hung down Johnie\u2019s back\nWas like the links of gold.\n99O.4 And when they came to Newcastle,\nThey reined their horses about;\nWha did he see but his ain Jeanie,\nAt a window looking out!\n99O.5 \u2018Come doun, come doun, Jeanie,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Come doun, come doun to me;\u2019\n\u2018I canna come doun, Johnie,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018For King Edward has bolted me.\n99O.6 \u2018My stockings are o the heavy iron,\nI feel them very cold;\nAnd my breast-plate\u2019s o the sturdy steel,\nInstead of beaten gold.\u2019\n* * * * *\n99O.7 . . . . .\n. . . . .\n\u2018I\u2019ll make it heir o a\u2019 my lands,\nAnd her my gay lady.\u2019\n99O.8 \u2018There is an Italian in this court;\nThis day he has slain knights three;\nAnd before tomorrow at eight o\u2019clock\nThe Italian will slay thee.\u2019\n99P: Johnie Scott\n99P.1 JOHNIERR\u2019rrS up to England gone,\nThree quarters of a year;\nJohnie\u2019s up to England gone,\nThe king\u2019s banner to bear.\n99P.2 He hadna been in fair England\nA month but only three,\nThe king he had but one dochter,\nAnd she fell in love with he.\n99P.3 And word is up, and word is down,\nAnd word is to the ha,\nAnd word is to the king\u2019s court gane,\nAmang the nobles a\u2019.\n99P.4 Now word is to the king himsell,\nOn throne where he did sit,\nThat his ae dochter goes wi child\nTo John that little Scot.\n99[Q]: Johnie Scott\n99[Q].1 Young Johnie\u2019s up to England gane\nThree quarters of a year;\nYoung Johnie\u2019s up to England gane,\nThe king\u2019s banner for to bear.\n99[Q.2] But he had not in England been\nThe one half of the time\nTill the fairest laidy in all the court\nWas going with child to him.\n99[Q.3] Word unto the kitchen\u2019s gane,\nAnd word\u2019s to the hall,\nAnd word unto the court has gane,\nAmong the nobles all.\n99[Q.4] And word unto the chamber\u2019s gane,\nThe place where the king sat,\nThat his only daughter is with child\nTo Johnie, the little Scott.\n99[Q.5] \u2018If this be true,\u2019 then sais the king,\n\u2018As I true well it be,\nI\u2019ll put hir in a strong castle,\nAnd hungre hir till she dee.\u2019\n99[Q.6] Hir breast-plate was made of iron,\nIn place of the beaten gold,\nA belt of steel about hir waist,\nAnd O but she was cold!\n99[Q.7] \u2018O where will I get a pritty little boy,\nThat will win hoes ahd shoon,\nThat will go doun to yonder lee\nAnd tell young Johnie to come?\u2019\n99[Q.8] \u2018Here am I, a pritty little boy,\nThat will win hoes ahd shoon,\nAnd I\u2019ll go doun to yonder lee\nAnd tell young Johnie to come.\u2019\n99[Q.9] She has wrote a brod letter,\nAnd seald it tenderly,\nAnd she has sent it to Johnie the Scott,\nThat lay on yonder lee.\n99[Q.10] When Johnie first the letter got,\nA blith, blith man was be;\nBut or he read the half of it\nThe salt teer blind Johnie\u2019s ee.\n99[Q.11] \u2018I will go to fair England,\u2019 says he,\n\u2018What ever may betide,\nFor to releave that gay laidy\nWho last lay by my side.\u2019\n99[Q.12] Up then spoke his old mother,\nA sorrifull woman was she;\n\u2018If you go to England, John,\nI\u2019ll never see you mare.\u2019\n99[Q.13] Up then spoke Johnie\u2019s father,\nHis head was growing gray;\n\u2018If you go to England, John,\nO fair you well for me!\u2019\n99[Q.14] up then spoke Johnie\u2019s uncle,\nOur Scottish king was he;\n\u2018Five hundred of my merry men\nShall bear you company.\u2019\n99[Q.15] When Johnie was mounted on his steed\nHe looked wondorous bold,\nThe hair that oer his shouldiers hang\nLike threeds of yellow gold.\n99[Q.16] \u2018Now come along with me, my men,\nO come along with me,\nWe\u2019l blow thier castles in the air,\nAnd set free my gay laidy.\u2019\n99[Q.17] The first gay town that they came to,\nMade mass for to be sung;\nThe nixt gay town that they came to,\nMade bells for to be rung.\u2019\n99[Q.18] But when they came to London town,\nThey made the drums beat round,\nWho made the king and all his court\nTo wonder at the sound.\n99[Q.19] \u2018Is this the Duke of Mulberry,\nOr James the Scottish king?\nOr is it a young gentleman\nTo England new come home?\u2019\n99[Q.20] \u2018It is not the Duke of Mulberry,\nNor James the Scottish [king];\nBut is a young gentleman,\nMacNaughten is his name.\u2019\n99[Q.21] \u2018If MacNaughten be your name,\u2019 says the king,\n\u2018As I true well it be,\nBefore the morn at eight o clock\nDead hanged you shall be.\u2019\n99[Q.22] Up bespoke one of Johnie\u2019s little boys,\nAnd a well-spoke boy was he;\n\u2018Before we see our master hangd,\nWe\u2019l all fight till we dee.\u2019\n99[Q.23] \u2018Well spoke, well spoke, my little boy,\nThat is well spoke of thee;\nBut I have a champian in my bower\nThat will fight you three by three.\u2019\n99[Q.24] Up then spoke Johnie himself,\nAnd he spoke manfully;\n\u2018If it please your Majesty,\nMay I this champian see?\u2019\n99[Q.25] The king and all his nobles then\nRode down unto the plain,\nThe queen and all [her] gay marries,\nTo see young Johnie slain.\n99[Q.26] When the champian came out of the bower,\nHe looked at Johnie with disdain;\nBut upon the tope of Johnie\u2019s brodsword\nThis champian soon was slain.\n99[Q.27] He fought on, and Johnie fought on,\nWith swords of tempered steel,\nAnd ay the blood like dropes of rain\nCame trinkling down thier hiel.\n99[Q.28] The very nixt stroke that Johnie gave,\nHe brought him till his knee;\nThe nixt stroke that Johnie gave,\nHe clove his head in twa.\n99[Q.29] He swapt his sword on every side,\nAnd turned him on the plain:\n\u2018Have you any more of your English dogs\nThat wants for to be slain?\u2019\n99[Q.30] \u2018A clerk, a clerk!\u2019 the king he crys,\n\u2018I\u2019ll seal her taucher free;\u2019\n\u2018A priest, a priest!\u2019 the queen she crys,\n\u2018For weded they shall be.\u2019\n99[Q.31] \u2018I\u2019ll have none of your [gold],\u2019 say[s] he,\n\u2018Nor any of your white money;\nBut I will have my ain true-love;\nThis day she has cost me dear.\u2019\n99[R]: Johnie Scott\n99[R].1 Lord Jonnie\u2019s up to England gone\nThree quarters of an year;\nLord Jonnie\u2019s up to England gone,\nThe king\u2019s banner to bear.\n99[R.2] He had not been in fair England,\nThree quarters he was not,\nTill the king\u2019s eldest daughter\nGoes with child to Lord Jonnie Scott.\n99[R.3] Word is to the kitchen gone,\nAnd word\u2019s gone to the hall,\nAnd word\u2019s gone to the high, high room,\nAmong the nobles all.\n99[R.4] Word\u2019s gone to the king himsel,\nIn the chamber where he sat,\nThat his eldest daughter goes with child\nTo Lord Jonnie Scott.\n99[R.5] \u2018If that be true,\u2019 the king replied,\n\u2018As I suppose it be,\nI\u2019ll put her in a prison strong,\nAnd starve her till she die.\u2019\n99[R.6] \u2018O where will I get a little boy,\nThat has baith hose and shoon,\nThat will run into fair Scotland,\nAnd tell my love to come?\u2019\n99[R.7] \u2018O here is a shirt, little boy,\nHer own hand sewed the sleeve;\nTell her to come to good greenwood,\nNot ask her father\u2019s leave.\u2019\n99[R.8] \u2018What news, what news, my little boy?\nWhat news have ye brought to me?\u2019\n\u2018No news, no news, my master dear,\nBut what I will tell thee.\n99[R.9] \u2018O here is a shirt, madam,\nYour awn hand sewed the sleeve;\nYou must gang to good greenwood,\nNot ask your parents\u2019 leave.\u2019\n99[R.10] \u2018My doors they are all shut, little boy,\nMy windows round about;\nMy feet is in the fetters strong,\nAnd I cannot get out.\n99[R.11] \u2018My garters are of the black, black iron,\nAnd O but they are cold!\nMy breast-plate\u2019s o the strong, strong steel,\nInstead of beaten gold.\n99[R.12] \u2018But tell him for to bide away,\nAnd not come near to be,\nFor there\u2019s a champion in my father\u2019s ha\nWill fight him till he dee.\u2019\n99[R.13] \u2018What news, what news, my little boy?\nWhat news have ye to me?\u2019\n\u2018No news, no news, my master dear,\nBut what I will tell thee.\n99[R.14] \u2018Her doors they are all shut, kind sir,\nHer windows round about;\nHer feet are in the fetters strong,\nAnd she cannot get out.\n99[R.15] \u2018Her garters are of the black, black iron,\nAnd O but they are cold!\nHer breast-plate\u2019s of the strong, strong steel,\nInstead of beaten gold.\n99[R.16] \u2018She bids you for to bide away,\nAnd not go near to see,\nFor there\u2019s a champion in her father\u2019s house\nWill fight you till you die.\u2019\n99[R.17] Then up and spoke Lord Jonnie\u2019s mother,\nBut she spoke out of time;\n\u2018O if you go to fair England\nI fear you will be slain.\u2019\n99[R.18] But up nd spoke a little boy,\nJust at Lord Jonnie\u2019s knee,\n\u2018Before you lose your ain true-love,\nWe\u2019ll a\u2019 fight till we die.\u2019\n99[R.19] The first church-town that they came to,\nThey made the bells be rung;\nThe next church-town that they came to,\nThe[y] gard the mass be sung.\n99[R.20] The next church-town that they came to,\nThey made the drums go through;\nThe king and all his nobles stood\nAmazing for to view.\n99[R.21] \u2018Is this any English gentleman,\nOr James our Scottish king?\nOr is it a Scottish gentleman,\nTo England new come in?\u2019\n99[R.22] \u2018No, \u2019tis no English gentleman,\nNor James the Scottish king;\nBut is is a Scottish gentleman,\nLord Jonnie is my name.\u2019\n99[R.23] \u2018If Lord Jonnie be your name,\nAs I suppose it be,\nI have a champion in my hall\nWill fight you till you die.\u2019\n99[R.24] \u2018O go fetch out that gurrley fellow,\nGot fetch him out to me;\nBefore I lose my ain true-love,\nWe\u2019ll all fight till we die.\u2019\n99[R.25] Then out and came that gurrly fellow,\nA gurrly fellow was he,\nWith twa lang sclasps between his eyes,\nHis shoulders there were three.\n99[R.26] The king and all his nobles stood\nTo see the battle gained;\nThe queen and all her maries stood\nTo see Lord Jonnie slain.\n99[R.27] The first stroke that Lord Jonnie gave,\nHe wounded very sore;\nThe next stroke that Lord Jonnie gave,\nThe champion could fight no more.\n99[R.28] He\u2019s taen a whistle out from his side,\nHe\u2019s blawn a blast loud and shill:\n\u2018Is there any more of your English dogs\nTo come here and be killed?\u2019\n99[R.29] \u2018A clerk, a clerk!\u2019 the king did say,\n\u2018To cry her toucher free;\u2019\n\u2018A priest, a priest!\u2019 Lord Jonnie [did] cry\n\u2018To wed my love and me.\n99[R.30] \u2019Twas for none of your monnie I fought,\nNor for none of your world\u2019s gear;\nBut it was for my own true-love;\nI think I\u2019ve bought her dear.\u2019\n99[S]: Johnie Scott\n99[S].1 O Johny\u2019s up thro England gane\nThree quarters of a year,\nAn Johny\u2019s up thro England gane,\nThe king\u2019s banner to bear.\n99[S.2] He had not been in London town\nBut a very little while\nTill the fairest lady in the court\nBy Johny gaes wi child.\n99[S.3] But word is to the kitchin gane,\nAn word\u2019s gane to the ha,\nAn word\u2019s gane to yon high, high court,\nAmang our nobles a\u2019.\n99[S.4] An when the king got wit o that\nAn angry man was he:\n\u2018On the highest tree in a\u2019 the wood\nHigh hangit shall he be!\n99[S.5] \u2018An for the lady, if it\u2019s true,\nAs I do fear it be,\nI\u2019ll put her in yon castle strong,\nAn starve her till she die.\u2019\n99[S.6] But Johny had a clever boy,\nA clever boy was he,\nO Johny had a clever boy,\nHis name was Gregory.\n99[S.7] \u2018O run, my boy, to yon castle,\nAll windows round about,\nAn there you\u2019l see a fair lady,\nAt a window looking out.\n99[S.8] Ye maun bid her take this silken sark-+-\nHer ain hand sewd the gare-+-\nAn bid her come to the green wood,\nFor Johny waits her there.\u2019\n99[S.9] Away he ran to yon castle,\nAll windows round about,\nWhere he espy\u2019d a lady fair,\nAt a window looking out.\n99[S.10] \u2018O madam, there\u2019s a silken sark-+-\nYour ain hand sewd the gare-+-\nAn haste ye to the good green wood,\nFor Johny waits you there.\u2019\n99[S.11] \u2018O I\u2019m confin\u2019d in this castle,\nThough lighted round about;\nMy feet are bound with fetters strong,\nThat I cannot win out.\n99[S.12] \u2018My gartens are of stubborn ern,\nAlas! baith stiff and cold;\nMy breastplate of the sturdy steel,\nInstead of beaten gold.\n99[S.13] \u2018Instead of silken stays, my boy,\nWith steel I\u2019m lac\u2019d about;\nMy feet are bound with fetters strong,\nAnd how can I get out?\n99[S.14] \u2018But tell him he must stay at home,\nNor venture here for me;\nElse an Italian in our court\nMust fight him till he die.\u2019\n99[S.15] When Johny he got wit o that,\nAn angry man was he:\n\u2018But I will gae wi a\u2019 my men\nMy dearest dear to see.\u2019\n99[S.16] But up then spake a noble lord,\nA noble lord was he;\n\u2018The best of a\u2019 my merry men\nShall bear you company.\u2019\n99[S.17] But up then spake his auld mother,\nI wat wi meikle pain;\n\u2018If ye will gae to London, son,\nYe\u2019l neer come back again.\u2019\n99[S.18] But Johny turnd him round about,\nI wat wi meikle pride:\n\u2018But I will gae to London town,\nWhatever may betide.\u2019\n99[S.19] When they were a\u2019 on horseback set,\nHow comely to behold!\nFor a\u2019 the hairs o Johny\u2019s head\nDid shine like threads o gold.\n99[S.20] The first ae town that they gaed through,\nThey gart the bells be rung,\nBut the neist town that they gaed through\nThey gart the mass be sung.\n99[S.21] But when they gaed to London town\nThe trumpets loud were blown,\nWhich made the king and a\u2019 his court\nTo marvel at the sound.\n99[S.22] \u2018Is this the Duke of Morebattle?\nOr James the Scottish king?\u2019\n\u2018No, sire, I\u2019m a Scottish lord,\nMcNaughten is my name.\u2019\n99[S.23] \u2018If you be that young Scottish lord,\nAs I believe you be,\nThe fairest lady in my court\nShe gaes wi child by thee.\u2019\n99[S.24] \u2018And if she be with child by me,\nAs I think sae may be,\nIt shall be heir of a\u2019 my land,\nAnd she my gay lady.\u2019\n99[S.25] \u2018O no, O no,\u2019 the king reply\u2019d,\n\u2018That thing can never be,\nFore ere the morn at ten o clock\nI\u2019ll slay thy men an thee.\n99[S.26] \u2018A bold Italian in my court\nHas vanquishd Scotchmen three,\nAnd ere the morn at ten o clock\nI\u2019m sure he will slay thee.\u2019\n99[S.27] But up the spake young Johny\u2019s boy,\nA clever boy was he;\n\u2018O master, ere that you be slain,\nThere\u2019s mae be slain than thee.\u2019\n99[S.28] The king and all his court appeard\nNeist morning on the plain,\nThe queen and all her ladies came\nTo see youn[g] Johny slain.\n99[S.29] Out then stepd the Italian bold,\nAnd they met on the green;\nBetween his shoulders was an ell,\nA span between his een.\n99[S.30] When Johny in the list appeard,\nSae young and fair to see,\nA prayer staw frae ilka heart,\nA tear frae ilka ee.\n99[S.31] And lang they fought, and sair they fought,\nWi swords o temperd steel,\nUntil the blood like draps o rain\nCame trickling to their heal.\n99[S.32] But Johny was a wannle youth,\nAnd that he weel did show;\nFor wi a stroke o his broad sword\nHe clove his head in two.\n99[S.33] \u2018A priest, a priest!\u2019 then Johny cry\u2019d,\n\u2018To wed my love and me;\u2019\n\u2018A clerk, a clerk!\u2019 the king reply\u2019d,\n\u2018To write her tocher free.\u2019\n99[T]: Johnie Scott\n99[T].1 Johnny\u2019s gane up to fair England\nThree quarters of a year,\nAnd Johny\u2019s gane up to fair England,\nThe king\u2019s broad banner to bear.\n99[T.2] He had not been in fair England,\nEven but a little while,\nWhen that the king\u2019s ae dochter\nTo Johnny gaes wi child.\n99[T.3] And word is gane to the kitchen,\nAnd word\u2019s gane to the ha,\nAnd word\u2019s gane to the high, high court,\nAmang the nobles a\u2019.\n99[T.4] And word is gane unto the king,\nIn the chair where he sat,\nThat his ae dochter\u2019s wi bairn\nTo John the little Scott.\n99[T.5] \u2018If that I thought she is wi bairn,\nAs I true weel she be,\nI\u2019ll put her up in high prison,\nAnd hunger her till she die.\u2019\n99[T.6] \u2018There is a silken sark, Johnny,\nMy ain sell sewed the gare,\nAnd if ye come to tak me hence\nYe need nae taken mare.\n99[T.7] \u2018For I am up in high prison,\nAnd O but it is cold!\nMy garters are o the cold, cold iron,\nIn place o the beaten gold.\u2019\n99[T.8] \u2018Is this the Duke o York?\u2019 they said,\n\u2018Or James the Scottish king?\nOr is it John the little Scott,\nFrae Scotland new come hame?\u2019\n99[T.9] \u2018I have an Italian in my bower,\nThis day he has eaten three;\nBefore I either eat or sleep\nThe fourth man ye shall be.\u2019\n99[T.10] . . . . . . .\n. . . . . . .\nBetween his een there was two spans,\nHis shoulders ells were three.\n99[T.11] Johnny drew forth his good braid glaive\nAnd slate it on the plain:\n\u2018Is there any more of your Italian dogs\nThat wanteth to be slain?\u2019\n99[T.12] \u2018A clerk, a clerk!\u2019 her father cry\u2019d\n\u2018To register this deed;\u2019\n\u2018A priest, a priest!\u2019 her mother cry\u2019d,\n\u2018To marry them wi speed.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 99. Johnie Scott","type":"page"}