10 'My feet are in the fetters strong,
I'm belted round about;
My breastplate is of the stubborn steel,
Instead of beaten gold.'
11 When Johnnie came to the king's bower
He tinkled at the ring;
Who was so ready as the king himself
To let proud Johnnie in!
12 'Are ye the Duke of Marlborough,' he said,
'Or James, our Scottish king?
Or are you my bastard son,
From Scotland new come home?'
13 'I'm not the Duke of Marlborough,' he said,
'Nor James, our Scottish king;
But I am just a good Scotch lad,
And Johnnie Scott's my name.'
14 'If you be Johnnie Scott,' says he,
'As I suppose you be,
The fairest flower in all England
Is big with child by thee.'
15 'If she be big with child,' said he,
'As I hope her to be,
I'll make it heir of all my lands,
And she my gay lady.'
16 'O no,' then the king he crys,
'There's no such thing will be;
There is an Italian in my court,
And by his hands ye'll die.'
17 'I'll stand my ground,' says Johnnie Scott,
'I'll stand it till I die;
I'll stand my ground,' says Johnnie Scott,
'One foot I'd scorn to fly.'
18 When the Italian was brought out,
A fearsome sight was he;
Between his brows three women's spang,
His shoulders was yards three.
19 As Johnnie, being a crafty lad,
Well tried at the sword was he,
Upon the point of his broad sword
He made the Italian die.