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Catherine Johnson; or, Catherine Johnstone
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Catherine Johnson; or, Catherine Johnstone
KATHARINE JAFFARY—J
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There was a lass, as I heard say,Lived low down in a glen;
Her name was Catharine Johnson,
Weel known to many men.
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Doun cam the laird o Lamingtoun,Doun frae the South Countrie,
And he is for this bonnie lass,
Her bridegroom for to be.
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He's askd her father and mother,The chief of a' her kin,
And then he askd the bonnie lass,
And did her favour win.
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Doun cam an English gentleman,Doun frae the English border;
He is for this bonnie lass,
To keep his house in order.
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He askd her father and mother,As I do hear them say,
But he never askd the lass hersell,
Till on her wedding-day.
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But she has wrote a lang letter,And sealed it wi her hand,
And sent it to Lord Lamington,
To let him understand.
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The first line o the letter he read,He was baith glad and fain;
But or he read the letter owre
He was baith pale and wan.
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Then he has sent a messenger,And out through all his land,
And four-and-twenty armed men
Was all at his command.
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But he has left his merry men,Left them on the lea;
And he's awa to the wedding-house,
To see what he could see.
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But when he came to the wedding-house,As I do understand,
There were four-and-twenty belted knights
Sat at a table round.
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They rose all for to honour him,For he was of high renown;
They rose all for to welcome him,
And bade him to sit doun.
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O meikle was the good red wineIn silver cups did flow,
But aye she drank to Lamingtoun,
For with him would she go.
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O meikle was the good red wineIn silver cups gaed round;
At length they began to whisper words,
None could them understand.
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‘O came ye here for sport, young man?Or cam ye here for play?
Or cam ye for our bonnie bride,
On this her wedding-day?’
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‘I came not here for sport,’ he said,‘Neither did I for play;
But for one word o your bonnie bride
I'll mount and ride away.’
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They set her maids behind her,To hear what they would say,
But the first question he askd at her
Was always [answered] nay;
The next question he askd at her
Was, ‘Mount and come away.’
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It's up the Couden bank,And doun the Couden brae;
And aye she made the trumpet sound,
‘It's a weel won play.’
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O meikle was the blood was shedUpon the Couden brae;
And aye she made the trumpet sound,
‘It's a' fair play.’
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Come, all ye English gentlemen,That is of England born,
Come nae doun to Scotland,
For fear ye get the scorn.
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They'll feed ye up wi flattering words,And that's foul play;
And they'll dress ye frogs instead o fish,
Just on your wedding-day.
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