| 1 |
Lord Jonnie's up to England gone
Three quarters of an year;
Lord Jonnie's up to England gone,
The king's banner to bear. |
| 2 |
He had not been in fair England,
Three quarters he was not,
Till the king's eldest daughter
Goes with child to Lord Jonnie Scott. |
| 3 |
Word is to the kitchen gone,
And word's gone to the hall,
And word's gone to the high, high room,
Among the nobles all. |
| 4 |
Word's gone to the king himsel,
In the chamber where he sat,
That his eldest daughter goes with child
To Lord Jonnie Scott. |
| 5 |
'If that be true,' the king replied,
'As I suppose it be,
I'll put her in a prison strong,
And starve her till she die.' |
| 6 |
'O where will I get a little boy,
That has baith hose and shoon,
That will run into fair Scotland,
And tell my love to come?' |
| 7 |
'O here is a shirt, little boy,
Her own hand sewed the sleeve;
Tell her to come to good greenwood,
Not ask her father's leave.' |
| 8 |
'What news, what news, my little boy?
What news have ye brought to me?'
'No news, no news, my master dear,
But what I will tell thee. |
| 9 |
'O here is a shirt, madam,
Your awn hand sewed the sleeve;
You must gang to good greenwood,
Not ask your parents' leave.' |
| 10 |
'My doors they are all shut, little boy,
My windows round about;
My feet is in the fetters strong,
And I cannot get out. |
| 11 |
'My garters are of the black, black iron,
And O but they are cold!
My breast-plate's o the strong, strong steel,
Instead of beaten gold. |
| 12 |
'But tell him for to bide away,
And not come near to be,
For there's a champion in my father's ha
Will fight him till he dee.' |
| 13 |
'What news, what news, my little boy?
What news have ye to me?'
'No news, no news, my master dear,
But what I will tell thee. |
| 14 |
'Her doors they are all shut, kind sir,
Her windows round about;
Her feet are in the fetters strong,
And she cannot get out. |
| 15 |
'Her garters are of the black, black iron,
And O but they are cold!
Her breast-plate's of the strong, strong steel,
Instead of beaten gold. |
| 16 |
'She bids you for to bide away,
And not go near to see,
For there's a champion in her father's house
Will fight you till you die.' |
| 17 |
Then up and spoke Lord Jonnie's mother,
But she spoke out of time;
'O if you go to fair England
I fear you will be slain.' |
| 18 |
But up nd spoke a little boy,
Just at Lord Jonnie's knee,
'Before you lose your ain true-love,
We'll a' fight till we die.' |
| 19 |
The first church-town that they came to,
They made the bells be rung;
The next church-town that they came to,
The[y] gard the mass be sung. |
| 20 |
The next church-town that they came to,
They made the drums go through;
The king and all his nobles stood
Amazing for to view. |
| 21 |
'Is this any English gentleman,
Or James our Scottish king?
Or is it a Scottish gentleman,
To England new come in?' |
| 22 |
'No, 'tis no English gentleman,
Nor James the Scottish king;
But is is a Scottish gentleman,
Lord Jonnie is my name.' |
| 23 |
'If Lord Jonnie be your name,
As I suppose it be,
I have a champion in my hall
Will fight you till you die.' |
| 24 |
'O go fetch out that gurrley fellow,
Got fetch him out to me;
Before I lose my ain true-love,
We'll all fight till we die.' |
| 25 |
Then out and came that gurrly fellow,
A gurrly fellow was he,
With twa lang sclasps between his eyes,
His shoulders there were three. |
| 26 |
The king and all his nobles stood
To see the battle gained;
The queen and all her maries stood
To see Lord Jonnie slain. |
| 27 |
The first stroke that Lord Jonnie gave,
He wounded very sore;
The next stroke that Lord Jonnie gave,
The champion could fight no more. |
| 28 |
He's taen a whistle out from his side,
He's blawn a blast loud and shill:
'Is there any more of your English dogs
To come here and be killed?' |
| 29 |
'A clerk, a clerk!' the king did say,
'To cry her toucher free;'
'A priest, a priest!' Lord Jonnie [did] cry
'To wed my love and me. |
| 30 |
'Twas for none of your monnie I fought,
Nor for none of your world's gear;
But it was for my own true-love;
I think I've bought her dear.' |
