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1 M^cNaughton's unto England gane,
The king's banner to bear:
'O do you see yon castle, boy?
It's walled round about;
There you will spy a fair ladye,
In the window looking out.'

2 'Here is a silken sark, fair lady,
Thine own hand sewed the sleeve,
And thou must go to yon green wood,
To Johnnie thy true-love.'

3 'The castle it is high, my boy,
And walled round about;
My feet are in the fetters strong,
And how can I get out?

4 'My garters o the gude black iron,
And they are very cold;
My breast plate's of the sturdy steel,
Instead of beaten gold.

5 'But had I paper, pen and ink,
And candle at my command,
It's I would write a lang letter
To John in fair Scotland.'

6 The first line that Johnnie looked on,
A loud, loud lauch leuch he;
The second line that Johnnie looked on,
The tear did blind his ee.

7 Says, I must unto England go,
Whatever me betide,
For to relieve my own fair lady,
That lay last by my side.

8 Then up and spoke Johnnie's auld mither,
A well spoke woman was she:
If you do go to England, Johnnie,
I may take farewell o thee.

9 Then up and spoke Johnnie's old father,
A well spoke man was he:
It's twenty-four of my gay troop
Shall go along with thee.

10 When Johnie was on saddle set,
Right comely to be seen,
There was not so much as a married man
In Johnie's companie;
There was not so much as a married man,
Not a one only but ane.

11 The first gude toun that Johnie came to,
He made the bells be rung;
The next gude toun that Johnie came to,
He made the psalms be sung.

12 The next gude toun that Johnie came to,
He made the drums beat round,
Till the king and all his merry men
A-marvelled at the sound.

13 'Are you the Duke of Mulberry,
Or James, our Scotish king?
Are you the Duke of Mulberry,
From Scotland new come home?'

14 'I'm not the Duke of Mulberry,
Nor James, our Scotish king;
But I am a true Scotishman,
M^cNaughtoun is my name.'

15 'If M^cNaughtoun be your name,' he said,
'As I trew well it be,
The fairest lady in a' my court
She goes with child to thee.

16 'If M^cNauchton be your name,' he said,
'As I trew well it be,
Tomorrow morn by eight o clock
O hanged you shall be.'

17 O Johnie had a bonnie little boy,
His name was Germany:
'Before that we be all hanged, my sovereign,
We'll fight you till we die.'

18 'Say on, say on, my bonnie little boy,
It is well spoken of thee,
For there is a campioun in my court
Shall fight you three by three.'

19 Next morning about eight o'clock
The king and his merry men,
The queen and all her maidens fair,
Came whistling down the green,
To see the cruel fight begin,
And see poor Johnnie slain.

20 They fought on, and Johnie fought on,
Wi swords of tempered steel,
Until the drops of red, red blood
Ran prinkling down the field.

21 They fought on, and Johnie fought on,
They fought so manfullie
They left not a man alive in all the king's court,
Not a man only but three.

22 'A priest, a priest,' poor Johnie cries,
'To wed my love and me;'
'A clerk, a clerk,' the king did cry,
'To write her portion free.'

23 'I'll have none of your gold,' he says,
'Nor none of your white money,
But I will have mine own fair lady,
Who has been dear to me.'

24 Johnie put a horn unto his mouth,
He blew it wondrous schill;
The sound is unto Scotland gane,
Sair against all their will.

25 He put his horn to his mouth,
He blew it ower again,
And aye the sound the horn cried,
'M^cNaughtoun's cure to them!'

1 Word has to the kitchen gane,
And word has to the ha,
And word has to the king himsell,
In the chamber where he sat,
That his ae daughter gaes wi bairn
To bonnie Johnie Scot.

2 Word has to the kitchen gane,
And word has to the ha,
And word has to the queen hersell,
In the chamber where she sat,
That her ae dochter gaes wi bairn
To bonnie Johnie Scot.

3 'O if she be wi bairn,' he says,
'As I trew well she be,
We'll put her in a prison strang,
And try her verity.'

4 'O if she be wi bairn,' she says,
'As I trew weel she be,
We'll put her in a dungeon dark,
And hunger her till she die.'

5 Now she has written a letter,
And sealed it with her hand,
And sent it unto Johnie Scot,
To come at her command.

6 The first lang line that he looked to,
He laughed at the same;
The neist lang line that he did read,
The tears did blin his een.

7 'Once more to England I must go,
May God be my sure guide!
And all to see that lady fair
That last lay by my side.'

8 Then out bespoke our Scotish king,
And he spoke manfullie:
I and three thousand of my guards
Will bear you companye.

9 They all were mounted on horseback,
So gallantly they rode;
The hair that hung owre Johnie's shoulders
Was like the links of goud.

10 When they came to the king of England's gate,
They knocked at the pin;
So ready was the king himsell
To open and let them in.

11 'Are you the Duke [of York],' he says,
'Or are ye the King of Spain?
Or are ye some of the gay Scots boys,
From hunting now come hame?'

12 'I am not the Duke of York,' he says,
'Nor yet the King of Spain;
But I am one of the gay Scots boys,
From hunting just come hame.'

13 'If you are one of the Scots boys,
As I trew weel you be,
The fairest lady in my hall
Gaes big wi child to thee.'

14 'Then if she be wi bairn,' he says,
'As I trew weel she be,
I'll make him heir of a' my gear,
And her my fair ladye.'

15 'If she be wi bairn,' her father says,
'As I trew weel she be,
Before the morn at ten o'clock
High hanged thou shall be.'

16 Then out bespake our Scotish king,
And he spoke manfullie:
Before that Johnie Scott be slain,
We'll all fight till we die.

17 'I have a Talliant in my house
We'll fight your men by three;'
'Bring out your trooper,' Johnie says,
'For fain I would him see.'

18 Some gade unto the high mountain,
Some gade unto the plain,
Some at high windows looked out,
To see poor Johnie slain.

19 The Talliant he fought on a while,
Thinking Johnie would retire,
And then he, like a swallow swifte,
Owre Johnie's head did flee.

20 But Johnie was a clever man,
And turned about with speed,
And on the edge of his broadsword
He slew the Talliant dead.

21 Then he has brought the lady out,
And sat her on a dapple-gray,
And being mounted on before,
They briskly rode away.

22 Now the honour unto Scotland came,
In spite of England's skill;
The honour unto Scotland came
In spite of England's will.

1 Johnie Scott's a hunting gone,
To England woods so wild,
Until the king's old dochter dear
She goes to him with child.

2 'If she be with bairn,' her mother says,
'As I trew weel she be,
We'll put her in a dark dungeon,
And hunger her till she die.'

3 'If she be with bairn,' her father says,
'As oh forbid she be!
We'll put her in a prison strong,
And try the veritie.'

4 The king did write a long letter,
Sealed it with his own hand,
And he sent it to Johnie Scot,
To speak at his command.

5 When Johnie read this letter long,
The tear blindit his ee:
'I must away to Old England;
King Edward writes for me.'

6 Out and spak his mother dear,
She spoke aye in time:
Son, if thou go to Old England,
I fear thou'll neer come hame.

7 Out and spoke a Scotish prince,
And a weel spoke man was he:
Here's four and twenty o my braw troops,
To bear thee companie.

8 Away they gade, awa they rade,
Away they rade so slie;
There was not a maried man that day
In Johnie's companie.

9 The first good town that they passed thro,
They made their bells to ring;
The next good town that they passed thro,
They made their music sing.

10 The next gude town that they passed thro,
They made their drums beat round,
The king and a' his gay armies
Admiring at the sound.

11 When they came to the king's court,
They travelled round about,
And there he spied his own true-love,
At a window looking out.

12 'O fain wald I come down,' she says,
'Of that ye needna dout;
But my garters they're of cauld, cauld iron,
And I can no win out.

13 'My garters they're of cauld, cauld iron,
And it is very cold;
My breast-plate is of sturdy steel,
Instead o beaten gold.'

14 Out and spoke the king himsell,
And an angry man was he:
The fairest lady in a' my court,
She goes with child to thee.

15 'If your old doughter be with child,
As I trew weel she be,
I'le make it heir of a' my land,
And her my gay lady.'

16 'There is a Talliant in my court,
This day he's killed three;
And gin the morn by ten o'clock
He'll kill thy men and thee.'

17 Johnie took sword into his hand,
And walked cross the plain;
There was many a weeping lady there,
To see young Johnie slain.

18 The Talliant never knowing this,
Now he'll be Johnie's dead,
But, like unto a swallow swift,
He flew out owre his head.

19 Johnie was a valliant man,
Weel taught in war was he,
And on the point of his broad sword
The Talliant stickit he.

20 Johnie took sword into his hand,
And walked cross the plain:
'Are there here any more of your English dogs
That's wanting to be slain?

21 'A priest, a priest,' young Johnie cries,
'To wed my bride and me;'
'A clerk, a clerk,' her father cries,
'To tell her tocher wi.'

22 'I'm wanting none of your gold,' he says,
'As little of your gear;
But give me just mine own true-love,
I think I've won her dear.'

23 Johnie sets horn into his mouth,
And he blew loud and schrill;
The honour it's to Scotland come,
Sore against England's will.

1 'Where will I gett a bony boy,
That would fain win hose and shoon,
That will go on to yon palace,
Aud haste him back again?'

2 'Here am I, a bony boy,
That would fain win hose and shoon,
That will go on to yon palace,
And haste me back again.'

3 'When you come to yon palace,
You'l run it round about;
There you'l see a gay lady,
At the window looking out.

4 'Give hir this shirt of silk,
Hir own hand sewed the slive,
And bid her come to good green woods,
Spear no hir parents' leave.

5 'Give hir this shirt of silk, boy,
Hir own hand sewed the gare;
You'l bid her come to good green woods,
Love Johny, I'll meet hir there.'

6 When he came to yon palace,
He ran it round about,
And there he saw a gay lady,
At the window looking out.

7 'Take here this shirt of silk, lady,
Your own hand sewed the slive;
You're biden come to good green woods,
Spire no your parents' leave.

8 'Take here this shirt of silk, lady,
Your own hand sewed the gare;
You're biden come to good green woods,
Love Johny'll meet you there.'

9 'The staunchens they are strong, boy,
Dear, vow but they are stout!
My feet they are in strong fetters,
And how shall I win out?

10 'My garters is of the cold iron,
Dear, vow but they are cold!
And three splits of the sturdy steel,
Instead of beaten goold.

11 'But I will write a braud leter,
And sign it with my hand,
And I will send it to Love Johny,
Weel may he understand.'

12 And she has wrote [a] braud leter,
And signd it with hir hand,
And sent it on to Love Jony,
Weel did he understand.

13 When he got this letter,
A light laugh did he gie;
But or he read it half down through,
The salt tears blinded 's ee.

14 Says, I'll awa to fair England,
What ever may betide,
And all is for the fair lady
That lay close by my side.

15 Out it spoke Jony's mother,
And she spoke ay through pride;
Says, If ye go to fair England,
Sir, better to you bide.

16 When Jony was on his sadle set,
And seemly to behold,
Every tet o Love Jony's hair
Was like the threads of goold.

17 When Jony was on his sadle set,
And seemly for to see,
There was not a maried man
In a' Jony's company.

18 The first town that they came till,
They gard the bells be rung;
The next town that they came till,
They gard the mess bee sung.

19 When they came to the king's palace,
The drums they did beat round,
And the quien and her marys all
Amased at the sound.

20 'Is this the Duke of Mulberry,
Or James, our Scottish king?
Or is it any noble lord
That's going a visiting?'

21 'It's not the Duke of Mulberry,
Nor James, our Scottish king;
But it is Jack, the Little Scot,
And Auchney is his name.'

22 'If Auchney bee your name,' he said,
'As I trust weel it be,
The fairest lady in all my court
She goes with bairn to the.'

23 'If she be with bairn,' he said,
'As I doubt not nor she be,
I will make it heir oer all my land,
And hir my gay lady.'

24 The king he swore a solemn oath,
And a solemn oath swore he,
'The morn, before I eat or drink,
High hanged he shall be!'

* * * * *

25 The king and his nobles all
Went out into the plain,
And the quen and hir marys all,
To see Love Johny slain.

26 They fought up, and they fought down,
With swords of temperd steel,
But not a drop of Johny's blood
In that day he did spill.

27 Out they brought the Itilian,
And a greecy ghost was he,
But by the edge o Love Johny's sword
That Itilian did die.

28 Johny's taen his neat drawn sword,
And stript it to the stran:
'Is there any more of your English dogs
That wants for to be slain?'

29 'A clerck, a clerck,' now says the king,
'To sign her tocher free;'
'A priest, a priest,' said Love Johny,
'To mary my dear and me.

30 'I fought not for your goold, your goold,
I fought not for your gear,
But I fought for my rose Mary,
And vow! I've bought hir dear.'

1 Johnie is up to London gane,
Three quarters o the year,
And he is up to London gane,
The king's banner for to bear.

2 He had na been in fair London
A twalmonth and a day,
Till the king's ae daughter
To Johnie gangs wi child.

3 O word is to the kitchen gane,
And word is to the ha,
And word is to the king himsel
Amang his nobles a'.

* * * * *

4 She has wrote a braid letter,
She has wrote it tenderly,
And she's wrote a braid letter,
To lat her Johnie see

5 That her bower is very high,
It's aw weel walled about;
Her feet are in the fetters strang,
Her body looking out.

6 Her garters are of cauld iron,
And they are very cold;
Her breist-plate is o the sturdy steel,
Instead o the beaten gold.

7 Whan he lookit the letter on,
A licht lauch gaed he;
But eer he read it til an end,
The tear blindit his ee.

8 'I maun up to London gang,
Whatever me betide,
And louse that lady out o prison strang;
She lay last by my side.'

9 Up spak Johnie's ae best man,
That stood by Johnie's knie:
Ye'll get twenty four o my best men,
To bear ye companie.

10 When Johnie was in his saddle set,
A pleasant sicht to see,
There was na ae married man
In Johnie's companie.

11 The first toun that he cam till,
He made the mass be sung;
The niest toun that he cam till,
He made the bells be rung.

12 When he cam to fair London,
He made the drums gae round;
The king and his nobles aw
They marvelld at the sound.

13 'Is this the Duke of Winesberry,
Or James, the Scotish king?
Or is it a young gentleman,
That wants for to be in?'

14 'It's na the Duke of Winesberry,
Nor James, the Scotish king;
But it is a young gentleman,
Buneftan is his name.'

15 Up spak the king himsel,
An angry man was he:
The morn eer I eat or drink
Hie hangit sall he be.

16 Up spak Johnie's ae best man,
That stood by Johnie's knie:
Afore our master he be slain
We'll aw fecht till we die.

17 Up spak the king himsel,
And up spak he:
I have an Italian in my court
That will fecht ye manifullie.

18 'If ye hae an Italian in your court,
Fu fain wad I him see;
If ye hae an Italian in your court,
Ye may bring him here to me.'

19 The king and his nobles aw
Went tripping doun the plain,
Wi the queen and her maries aw,
To see fair Johnie slain.

20 Even anent the prison-door
The battle did begin;
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21 They foucht up, and they foucht doun,
Wi swerds o tempered steel,
Til Johnie wi his gude braidswerd
Made the Italian for to yield.

22 He has kickd him with his foot,
And he has kickd him oure the plain;
'Onie mair Italians in your court
Ye want for to be slain?'

23 'A clerk, a clerk,' the king cried,
'To sign her tocher-fee;'
'A priest, a priest,' young Johnie said,
'To marry her and me.

24 For I want nane o your gowd,
Nor nane o your weel won fee;
I only want your fair dochter,
I have won her mannfullie.'

1 O word is to the queen hersel,
In parlour whare she sat,
That the king's dochter goes wi child
To Jock, that little Scot.

2 O word is to the king himsel,
And an angry man was he;
Says, I will put her in cold prison,
And hunger her till she dee.

3 The ladie was laid in cold prison,
By the king, a grievous man;
And up and starts a little boy,
Upon her window-stane.

4 Says, Here's a silken shift, ladye,
Your ane hand sewed the sleeve,
And ye maun gang to yon greenwud,
And of your freends speir na leave.

5 'My bouer is very hie,' said the lady,
'And it's wondrous hie round about;
My feet are lockit in the iron fetters,
And how can I get out?

6 'But I will write a braid letter,
And seal it tenderlie,
And send it to yon greenwud,
And let young Johnie see.'

7 O Johnie's to his father gane,
And til him did say,
O I maun up to London, father,
And fecht for that lady gay.

8 His father spak but ae word,
Says, I speak it in time;
For an ye gang to London, Johnie,
I fear your coming hame.

9 And out and spak anither youth,
And a pretty youth was he:
Afore I see young Johnie dung
I'll fecht for him till I dee.

* * * * *

10 He has wallowd it, he has wallowd it,
He's wallowd it again;
Cries, Onie mae o your English dogs
That wants for to be slain?

11 He set the horn until his mouth,
And he has blawn baith loud and shill;
The victor's doun to Scotland gane,
Richt sair against their will.

1 Johnie's up to England gane,
Three quarters o a year;
Johnie's up to England gane,
The king's banner to bear.

2 He had not in fair England been
A month 'twas barely ane,
When the fairest lady o the court
To Johnie wi child is gane.

3 Word is to the kitchen gane,
And word's gane to the ha;
Word's gane to the high, high rooms,
Among the nobles a'.

4 And word o't to the king is gane,
In the chamber where he sat,
His only daughter goes wi child
To Johnie, the Little Scot.

5 'O if she be wi child,' he says,
'As I trow weel she be,
I'll lock her up in strong prison,
And punish her till she dee.'

6 Then she has wrote a long letter,
And seald it without a blot,
And she has sent it to fair Scotland,
To Johnie, the Little Scot.

7 The first line that he did read,
In laughter loud was he;
But or he gat the hindmost read
The tear blindit his ee.

8 'Get ready for me the black, black steed,
Get ready for me the brown,
And saddle to me the swiftest horse
Eer carried man to town.'

9 Whan he cam to Edinburgh town,
He made the bells to ring,
And when he cam to merry Carlisle,
He made the monks to sing.

10 When he cam to the king's gates,
He made his drums beat round;
The king bot and his nobles a'
They wonderd at the sound.

11 'Is this [the] King of France,' he cried,
'Or is't the King of Spain?
Or is it Johnie, the Little Scot,
That's wanting to be slain?'

12 'It's neither the King of France,' he said,
'Nor is't the King of Spain;
But it is Johnie, the Little Scot,
That's come to claim his ain.'

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13 They foucht it ance, they foucht it twice,
They foucht it oure again,
Till draps o blood, like draps o rain,
War rinning to the plain.

14 Then Johnie drew a nut-brown brand,
And strook it oure the plain,
Saying, Are there onie mae o your Englishmen
That's wanting to be slain?

15 'A clerk, a clerk,' the king he cried,
'To sign her tocher-fee;'
'A priest, a priest,' then Johnie cried,
'To marry my love and me.

16 'I'll hae nane o your gowd,' he says,
'As little o your gear;
But I'll hae her, my ain true-love,
For I'm sure I've coft her dear.'

1 Johnnie Scott's a hunting gane,
To England's woods sae wild;
The fairest flower of all England
To Johnnie provd big with child.

2 It's word's going up, and word's going down,
Going to the king's bower,
That his dear daughter was with child,
That was his daily flower.

3 'If she be with child,
As I suppose she be,
I'll put her into prison strong,
And hunger her till she die.'

4 The king he wrote a letter broad,
And sealed it with his hands,
And sent it down to Johnnie Scott,
In Scotland where he stands.

5 The first line that Johnnie lookd on,
A merry man was he;
The next line that he lookd on,
The salt tears blinded his eye.

6 Out then spoke his old father,
Who neer spoke out of time:
And if you go to England, son,
I doubt your coming home.

7 Out then spoke our Scottish James,
Sitting low by Johnnie's knee:
Fifteen score of my life-guards
Shall ride in your company.

8 When Johnnie came to the king's court
He rode it round about,
And there he spied his own true-love,
From the jail-window looking out.

9 'Come down, true-love,' said Johnnie Scott,
'And now you'll ride behind me;
Before I leave fair England
Some life shall die for thee.'

10 'My feet are in the fetters strong,
I'm belted round about;
My breastplate is of the stubborn steel,
Instead of beaten gold.'

11 When Johnnie came to the king's bower
He tinkled at the ring;
Who was so ready as the king himself
To let proud Johnnie in!

12 'Are ye the Duke of Marlborough,' he said,
'Or James, our Scottish king?
Or are you my bastard son,
From Scotland new come home?'

13 'I'm not the Duke of Marlborough,' he said,
'Nor James, our Scottish king;
But I am just a good Scotch lad,
And Johnnie Scott's my name.'

14 'If you be Johnnie Scott,' says he,
'As I suppose you be,
The fairest flower in all England
Is big with child by thee.'

15 'If she be big with child,' said he,
'As I hope her to be,
I'll make it heir of all my lands,
And she my gay lady.'

16 'O no,' then the king he crys,
'There's no such thing will be;
There is an Italian in my court,
And by his hands ye'll die.'

17 'I'll stand my ground,' says Johnnie Scott,
'I'll stand it till I die;
I'll stand my ground,' says Johnnie Scott,
'One foot I'd scorn to fly.'

18 When the Italian was brought out,
A fearsome sight was he;
Between his brows three women's spang,
His shoulders was yards three.

19 As Johnnie, being a crafty lad,
Well tried at the sword was he,
Upon the point of his broad sword
He made the Italian die.