Kinloch Manuscripts, VII, 40, 42, 46, 49.
| 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. |
