"What wants that knave that a king suld have,
But the sword of honour and the crown!
"O whair got thou these targats, Johnie,
"That blink[[126]] sae brawly abune thy brie?"
"I gat them in the field fechting,
"Where, cruel king, thou durst not be.
"Had I my horse, and harness gude,
"And riding as I wont to be,
"It suld have been tald this hundred yeir,