22 'But is there ever a Tailliant about your court,
That will fight duels three?
Before that I be hanged or slain,
On the Tailliant's sword I'll die.'
23 But some is to the good green wood,
And some is to the plain,
Either to see fair Johnie hanged,
Or else to see him slain.
24 And they began at eight o clock of the morning,
And they fought on till three,
Till the Tailliant, like a swallow swift,
Owre Johnie's head did flee.
25 But Johnie being a clever young boy,
He wheeled him round about,
And on the point of Johnie's broad sword
The Tailliant he slew out.
26 'A priest, a priest,' fair Johnie cried,
'To wed my love and me;'
'A clerk, a clerk,' her father cried,
'To sum the tocher free.'
27 'I'll have none of your gold,' fair Johnie said,
'Nor none of your white monie;
But I will have my own fair bride,
For I vow that I've bought her dear.'
28 He's taen his true-love by the hand,
He led her up the plain:
'Have you any more of your English dogs
You want for to have slain?'
29 He took a little horn out of his pocket,
He blew it baith loud and shill,
And honour's into Scotland gone,
In spite of England's skill.