Johnie Scott
No: 99; variant: 99[R]
- Lord Jonnie's up to England gone
Three quarters of an year;
Lord Jonnie's up to England gone,
The king's banner to bear.
- He had not been in fair England,
Three quarters he was not,
Till the king's eldest daughter
Goes with child to Lord Jonnie Scott.
- Word is to the kitchen gone,
And word's gone to the hall,
And word's gone to the high, high room,
Among the nobles all.
- Word's gone to the king himsel,
In the chamber where he sat,
That his eldest daughter goes with child
To Lord Jonnie Scott.
- 'If that be true,' the king replied,
'As I suppose it be,
I'll put her in a prison strong,
And starve her till she die.'
- 'O where will I get a little boy,
That has baith hose and shoon,
That will run into fair Scotland,
And tell my love to come?'
- 'O here is a shirt, little boy,
Her own hand sewed the sleeve;
Tell her to come to good greenwood,
Not ask her father's leave.'
- 'What news, what news, my little boy?
What news have ye brought to me?'
'No news, no news, my master dear,
But what I will tell thee.
- 'O here is a shirt, madam,
Your awn hand sewed the sleeve;
You must gang to good greenwood,
Not ask your parents' leave.'
- 'My doors they are all shut, little boy,
My windows round about;
My feet is in the fetters strong,
And I cannot get out.
- 'My garters are of the black, black iron,
And O but they are cold!
My breast-plate's o the strong, strong steel,
Instead of beaten gold.
- 'But tell him for to bide away,
And not come near to be,
For there's a champion in my father's ha
Will fight him till he dee.'
- 'What news, what news, my little boy?
What news have ye to me?'
'No news, no news, my master dear,
But what I will tell thee.
- 'Her doors they are all shut, kind sir,
Her windows round about;
Her feet are in the fetters strong,
And she cannot get out.
- 'Her garters are of the black, black iron,
And O but they are cold!
Her breast-plate's of the strong, strong steel,
Instead of beaten gold.
- 'She bids you for to bide away,
And not go near to see,
For there's a champion in her father's house
Will fight you till you die.'
- Then up and spoke Lord Jonnie's mother,
But she spoke out of time;
'O if you go to fair England
I fear you will be slain.'
- But up nd spoke a little boy,
Just at Lord Jonnie's knee,
'Before you lose your ain true-love,
We'll a' fight till we die.'
- The first church-town that they came to,
They made the bells be rung;
The next church-town that they came to,
The[y] gard the mass be sung.
- The next church-town that they came to,
They made the drums go through;
The king and all his nobles stood
Amazing for to view.
- 'Is this any English gentleman,
Or James our Scottish king?
Or is it a Scottish gentleman,
To England new come in?'
- 'No, 'tis no English gentleman,
Nor James the Scottish king;
But is is a Scottish gentleman,
Lord Jonnie is my name.'
- 'If Lord Jonnie be your name,
As I suppose it be,
I have a champion in my hall
Will fight you till you die.'
- 'O go fetch out that gurrley fellow,
Got fetch him out to me;
Before I lose my ain true-love,
We'll all fight till we die.'
- Then out and came that gurrly fellow,
A gurrly fellow was he,
With twa lang sclasps between his eyes,
His shoulders there were three.
- The king and all his nobles stood
To see the battle gained;
The queen and all her maries stood
To see Lord Jonnie slain.
- The first stroke that Lord Jonnie gave,
He wounded very sore;
The next stroke that Lord Jonnie gave,
The champion could fight no more.
- He's taen a whistle out from his side,
He's blawn a blast loud and shill:
'Is there any more of your English dogs
To come here and be killed?'
- 'A clerk, a clerk!' the king did say,
'To cry her toucher free;'
'A priest, a priest!' Lord Jonnie [did] cry
'To wed my love and me.
- 'Twas for none of your monnie I fought,
Nor for none of your world's gear;
But it was for my own true-love;
I think I've bought her dear.'