John wore a girdle about his middle,
Imbroidered ower wi' burning gold,
Bespangled wi' the same metal,
Maist beautiful was to behold.
There hang nine targats ** at Johnie's hat,
And ilk ane worth three hundred pound—
"What wants that knave that a King suld have
But the sword of honour and the crown?
"O where gat thou these targats, Johnie,
That blink sae brawly abune thy brie?"