11 'Bid her take this shirt of silk,
Her ain hand sewed the sleeve;
Bid her come to good green-wood,
At her parents spier nae leave.
12 'Bid her take this shirt of silk,
Her ain hand sewed the gair;
Bid her come to good green-wood,
Love John he waits her there.'
13 Where he found the grass grow green,
He slackd his shoes and ran;
Where he fan the brigs broken,
He bent his bow and swam.
14 When he came to the king's high court,
He ran it round about;
And there he saw the lady gay,
At the window looking out.
15 'Ye're bidden take this shirt of silk,
Yere ain hand sewed the sleeve;
Ye're bidden come to good green-wood,
At your parents spier nae leave.
16 'Ye're bidden take this shirt of silk,
Yere ain hand sewed the gair;
Ye're bidden come to good green-wood,
Love John he waits you there.'
17 'My feet are in the fetters strong,
Instead of silken sheen;
My breast-plate's of the cold iron,
Instead of gold so fine.
18 'But I will write a broad letter,
And seal it with my hand,
And send it off to my Love Johnny,
And let him understand.'
19 The first line that he looked on,
A loud laughter laught he;
But ere he read it to the end,
The tear blinded his ee.
20 'O I will on to fair England,
Whatever me betide,
For to relieve the damsel
That lay last by my side.'