13 When he got this letter,
A light laugh did he gie;
But or he read it half down through,
The salt tears blinded 's ee.
14 Says, I'll awa to fair England,
What ever may betide,
And all is for the fair lady
That lay close by my side.
15 Out it spoke Jony's mother,
And she spoke ay through pride;
Says, If ye go to fair England,
Sir, better to you bide.
16 When Jony was on his sadle set,
And seemly to behold,
Every tet o Love Jony's hair
Was like the threads of goold.
17 When Jony was on his sadle set,
And seemly for to see,
There was not a maried man
In a' Jony's company.
18 The first town that they came till,
They gard the bells be rung;
The next town that they came till,
They gard the mess bee sung.
19 When they came to the king's palace,
The drums they did beat round,
And the quien and her marys all
Amased at the sound.
20 'Is this the Duke of Mulberry,
Or James, our Scottish king?
Or is it any noble lord
That's going a visiting?'
21 'It's not the Duke of Mulberry,
Nor James, our Scottish king;
But it is Jack, the Little Scot,
And Auchney is his name.'
22 'If Auchney bee your name,' he said,
'As I trust weel it be,
The fairest lady in all my court
She goes with bairn to the.'