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Johnie Scot
JOHNIE SCOT—C
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O Johnie's to the hunting gone,Unto the woods sae wild,
And Earl Percy's old daughter
To Johnie goes with child.
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O word is to the kitchen gone,And word is to the ha,
And word is to the highest towers,
Amang the nobles a'.
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‘If she be with child,’ her father said,‘As woe forbid it be,
I'll put her into a prison strong,
And try the veritie.’
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‘But if she be with child,’ her mother said,‘As woe forbid it be,
I'll put her intil a dungeon dark,
And hunger her till she die.’
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Then she has wrote a braid letter,And sealed it wi her hand,
And sent it to the merry green wood,
Wi her own boy at command.
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The first line of the letter he read,His heart was full of joy;
But he had not read a line past two
Till the salt tears blind his eye.
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‘O I must up to England go,What ever me betide,
For to relieve that fair ladie
That lay last by my side.’
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Out and spak his father then,And he spak all in time:
Johnie, if ye to England go,
I fear ye'll neer return.
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But out and spak his uncle then,And he spak bitterlie:
Five hundred of my good life-guards
Shall go along with thee.
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When they were mounted on their steeds,They were comely to behold;
The hair that hung owre Johnie's shoulders
Was like the yellow gold.
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The first town that they came to,They made the bells to ring;
And when they rode the town all owre,
They made the trumpets sound.
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When they came to Earl Percy's gates,They rode them round about,
And who saw he but his own true-love,
At a window looking out!
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‘The doors they are bolted with iron and steel,The windows round about;
My feet they are in fetters strong;
And how can I get out?
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‘My garters they are of the lead,And oh but they be cold!
My breast-plate's of the beaten steel,
Instead of beaten gold.’
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But when they came to Earl Percy's yett,They tirled at the pin;
None was so ready as Earl Percy
To open and let them in.
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‘Art thou the King of Aulsberry,Or art thou the King of Spain?
Or art thou one of our gay Scots lords,
McNachtan by thy name?’
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‘I'm not the King of Aulsberry,Nor yet the King of Spain;
But I am one of our gay Scots lords,
Johnie Scot I am called by name.’
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‘If Johnie Scot be thy name,’ he said,‘As I trow weel it be,
The fairest lady in a' our court
Gaes big with child to thee.’
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‘If she be with child,’ fair Johnie said,‘As I trow weel she be,
I'll make it heir owre a' my land,
And her my gay ladie.’
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‘But if she be with child,’ her father said,‘As I trow weel she be,
Tomorrow morn again eight o clock
High hanged thou shalt be.’
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But out and spak his uncle then,And he spak bitterlie:
Before that we see Johnie Scot slain,
We'll a' fight till we die.
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‘But is there ever a Tailliant about your court,That will fight duels three?
Before that I be hanged or slain,
On the Tailliant's sword I'll die.’
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But some is to the good green wood,And some is to the plain,
Either to see fair Johnie hanged,
Or else to see him slain.
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And they began at eight o clock of the morning,And they fought on till three,
Till the Tailliant, like a swallow swift,
Owre Johnie's head did flee.
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But Johnie being a clever young boy,He wheeled him round about,
And on the point of Johnie's broad sword
The Tailliant he slew out.
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‘A priest, a priest,’ fair Johnie cried,‘To wed my love and me;’
‘A clerk, a clerk,’ her father cried,
‘To sum the tocher free.’
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‘I'll have none of your gold,’ fair Johnie said,‘Nor none of your white monie;
But I will have my own fair bride,
For I vow that I've bought her dear.’
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He's taen his true-love by the hand,He led her up the plain:
‘Have you any more of your English dogs
You want for to have slain?’
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He took a little horn out of his pocket,He blew it baith loud and shill,
And honour's into Scotland gone,
In spite of England's skill.
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