19 Johnie was a valliant man,
Weel taught in war was he,
And on the point of his broad sword
The Talliant stickit he.
20 Johnie took sword into his hand,
And walked cross the plain:
'Are there here any more of your English dogs
That's wanting to be slain?
21 'A priest, a priest,' young Johnie cries,
'To wed my bride and me;'
'A clerk, a clerk,' her father cries,
'To tell her tocher wi.'
22 'I'm wanting none of your gold,' he says,
'As little of your gear;
But give me just mine own true-love,
I think I've won her dear.'
23 Johnie sets horn into his mouth,
And he blew loud and schrill;
The honour it's to Scotland come,
Sore against England's will.
H
Kinloch MSS, VI, 53, in an unknown hand.
1 'Where will I gett a bony boy,
That would fain win hose and shoon,
That will go on to yon palace,
Aud haste him back again?'
2 'Here am I, a bony boy,
That would fain win hose and shoon,
That will go on to yon palace,
And haste me back again.'