22 'If that she be wi child,' he says,
'As I wat weel she be,
I'll mak it lord o a' my land,
And her my gay lady.'
23 'I have a champion in my court
Will fight you a' by three;'
But up then speaks a brisk young man,
And a brisk young man was he:
I will fight to my life's end,
Before poor Johnny die.
24 The king but and his nobles a'
Went out into the plain,
The queen but and her maidens a',
To see young Johnny slain.
25 The first wound that Johnny gae the champion
Was a deep wound and sair;
The next wound that he gae the champion,
He never spak mair.
26 'A priest, a priest,' young Johnny cries,
'To wed me and my love;'
'A clerk, a clerk,' the king he cries,
'To sign her tocher gude.'
27 'I'll hae nane o your goud,' he says,
'I'll hae nane o your gear,
But a' I want is my true-love,
For I hae bought her dear.'
28 He took out a little goat-horn,
And blew baith loud and shill;
The victry's into Scotland gane,
Tho sair against their will.
C
Motherwell's MS., p. 213: from the recitation of Mrs Thomson, Kilbarchan.
1 O Johnie's to the hunting gone,
Unto the woods sae wild,
And Earl Percy's old daughter
To Johnie goes with child.