5 'Come doun, come doun, Jeanie,' he says,
'Come doun, come doun to me;'
'I canna come doun, Johnie,' she says,
'For King Edward has bolted me.
6 'My stockings are o the heavy iron,
I feel them very cold;
And my breast-plate's o the sturdy steel,
Instead of beaten gold.'
* * * * *
7 . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
'I'll make it heir o a' my lands,
And her my gay lady.'
8 'There is an Italian in this court;
This day he has slain knights three;
And before tomorrow at eight o'clock
The Italian will slay thee.'
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Motherwell's Note-Book, p. 11.
1 Johnie's up to England gone,
Three quarters of a year;
Johnie's up to England gone,
The king's banner to bear.
2 He hadna been in fair England
A month but only three,
The king he had but one dochter,
And she fell in love with he.
3 And word is up, and word is down,
And word is to the ha,
And word is to the king's court gane,
Amang the nobles a'.