Kinloch Manuscripts, VI, 53, in an unknown band.
| 1 |
'Where will I gett a bony boy,
That would fain win hose and shoon,
That will go on to yon palace,
And hast 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.' |
