29 Then out it spake the king again,
An a scornfu laugh laugh he;
I have an Italian i my house
Will fight you three by three.
30 'O grant me a boon,' brave Johney cried;
'Bring your Italian here;
Then if he fall beneath my sword,
I've won your daughter dear.'
31 Then out it came that Italian,
An a gurious ghost was he;
Upo the point o Johney's sword
This Italian did die.
32 Out has he drawn his lang, lang bran,
Struck it across the plain:
'Is there any more o your English dogs
That you want to be slain?'
33 'A clark, a clark,' the king then cried,
'To write her tocher free;'
'A priest, a priest,' says Love Johney,
'To marry my love and me.
34 'I'm seeking nane o your gold,' he says,
'Nor of your silver clear;
I only seek your daughter fair,
Whose love has cost her dear.'
B
Glenriddell MSS, XI, 78: 1791.
1 Johnny's into England gane,
Three quarters of a year;
Johnny's into England gane,
The king's banner to bear.