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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Johnie Scot

JOHNIE SCOT—O

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Communicated by Mr William Macmath, of Edinburgh, from his aunt, Miss Jane Webster, formerly of Airds of Kells, now (December, 1882) of Dalry, Kirkcudbrightshire, who learned it from the late Miss Jane Hannay, Newton Stewart.

[OMITTED]

1

Out then spak his auld faither,
And a blythe auld man was he,
Saying, I'll send five hunner o my brisk young men,
To bear Johnie companie.

2

And when they were on saddle set,
They were a pleasant sight for to see,
For there was na ae married man
In a' Johnie's companie.

3

And when they were on saddle set,
They were a pleasant sight to behold,
For the hair that hung down Johnie's back
Was like the links of gold.

4

And when they came to Newcastle,
They reined their horses about;
Wha did he see but his ain Jeanie,
At a window looking out!

5

‘Come doun, come doun, Jeanie,’ he says,
‘Come doun, come doun to me;’
‘I canna come doun, Johnie,’ she says,
‘For King Edward has bolted me.

6

‘My stockings are o the heavy iron,
I feel them very cold;
And my breast-plate's o the sturdy steel,
Instead of beaten gold.’

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7

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[OMITTED]
‘I'll make it heir o a' my lands,
And her my gay lady.’

8

‘There is an Italian in this court;
This day he has slain knights three;
And before tomorrow at eight o'clock
The Italian will slay thee.’