"O whar's thy sword," says Jock o' Noth,
"Ye brought frae Scotland wi' thee?130
I never saw a Scotsman yet,
But coud wield a sword or tree."
"A pox upo' their lodomy
On me had sic a sway;
Four o' their men, the bravest four,135
They bore my blade away."
"Bring back his blade," says Jock o' Noth,
"And freely to him it gie;
Or I hae sworn a black Scot's oath,
I'll gar five million die."140
"Now whar's the lady?" says Jock o' Noth,
"Sae fain I would her see;"
"She's lock'd up in her ain chamber,
The king he keeps the key."
So they hae gane before the king,145
With courage bauld and free;
Their armour bright cast sic a light,
That almost dim'd his e'e.
"O whar's the lady," says Jock o' Noth,
"Sae fain as I wou'd her see;150
For we are come to her wedding,
Frae the foot o' Benachie."
"O take the lady," said the king,
"Ye welcome are for me;
I never thought to see sic men155
Frae the foot o' Benachie."
"If I had ken'd," said Jock o' Noth,
"Ye'd wonder'd sae muckle at me,
I wou'd hae brought ane larger far