3 'O if she be wi bairn,' he says,
'As I trew well she be,
We'll put her in a prison strang,
And try her verity.'
4 'O if she be wi bairn,' she says,
'As I trew weel she be,
We'll put her in a dungeon dark,
And hunger her till she die.'
5 Now she has written a letter,
And sealed it with her hand,
And sent it unto Johnie Scot,
To come at her command.
6 The first lang line that he looked to,
He laughed at the same;
The neist lang line that he did read,
The tears did blin his een.
7 'Once more to England I must go,
May God be my sure guide!
And all to see that lady fair
That last lay by my side.'
8 Then out bespoke our Scotish king,
And he spoke manfullie:
I and three thousand of my guards
Will bear you companye.
9 They all were mounted on horseback,
So gallantly they rode;
The hair that hung owre Johnie's shoulders
Was like the links of goud.
10 When they came to the king of England's gate,
They knocked at the pin;
So ready was the king himsell
To open and let them in.
11 'Are you the Duke [of York],' he says,
'Or are ye the King of Spain?
Or are ye some of the gay Scots boys,
From hunting now come hame?'
12 'I am not the Duke of York,' he says,
'Nor yet the King of Spain;
But I am one of the gay Scots boys,
From hunting just come hame.'