;
I will gang into fair England,
An' come right soon again.'
10.
O whan he came to broken briggs,
He bent his bow and swam;
An' whan he came to the green grass growan,
He slaikid his shoone an' ran.
11.
Whan he came to yon high castel,
He ran it roun' about,
An' there he saw the king's daughter,
At the window looking out.
12.
'O here's a sark o' silk, lady,
Your ain han' sew'd the sleeve;
You'r bidden come to fair Scotlan',
Speer nane o' your parents' leave.
13.
'Ha, take this sark o' silk, lady,
Your ain han' sew'd the gare;
You're bidden come to good green wood,
Love Johney waits you there.'
14.
She's turn'd her right and roun' about,
The tear was in her ee:
'How can I come to my true-love,
Except I had wings to flee?
15.
'Here am I kept wi' bars and bolts,
Most grievous to behold;
My breast-plate's o' the sturdy steel,
Instead of the beaten gold.
16.
'But tak' this purse, my bonny boy,
Ye well deserve a fee,
An' bear this letter to my love,
An' tell him what you see.'
17.
Then quickly ran the bonny boy
Again to Scotlan' fair,
An' soon he reach'd Pitnachton's tow'rs,
An' soon found Johney there.
18.
He pat the letter in his han'
An' taul' him what he sa',
But eer he half the letter read,
He loote the tears doun fa'.
19.
'O I will gae back to fair Englan',
Tho' death shoud me betide,
An' I will relieve the damesel
That lay last by my side.'
20.
Then out it spake his father dear,
'My son, you are to blame;
An' gin you'r catch'd on English groun',
I fear you'll ne'er win hame.'
21.
Then out it spake a valiant knight,
Johny's best friend was he;
'I can commaun' five hunder men,
An' I'll his surety be.'
22.
The firstin town that they came till,
They gard the bells be rung;
An' the nextin town that they came till,
They gard the mess be sung.
23.
The thirdin town that they came till,
They gard the drums beat roun';
The king but an' his nobles a'
Was startl'd at the soun'.
24.
Whan they came to the king's palace
They rade it roun' about,
An' there they saw the king himsel',
At the window looking out.
25.
'Is this the Duke o' Albany,
Or James, the Scottish king?
Or are ye some great foreign lord,
That's come a visiting?'
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