Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 3 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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" I meant to stick you with my knife
For kissing my beloved ladie :" " But that same weed ye've shaped for me,
It quickly shall be sewed for thee." I
Then to the wood they baith are gane;                105
John Thomson clamb frae tree to tree; And aye he sighed and said, " Och hone 1
Here comes the day that I must die."
He tied a ribbon on every branch,
Put up a flag his men might see;                       no
But little did his false faes ken
He meant them any injurie.
He set his horn unto his mouth,
And he has blawn baith loud and schill:
And then three thousand armed men                   us
Cam tripping all out ower the hill.
" Deliver us our chief," they all did cry ;
" It's by onr hand that ye must die ;" " Here is your chief," the Turk replied,
With that fell on his bended knee.                     120
" O mercy, mercy, good fellows all, Mercy I pray you'll grant tome;"
" Such mercy as ye meant to give, Such mercy we shall give to thee."
This Turk they in his castel burnt,                        12*
That stood upon yon hill so hie ; . John Thomson's gay ladie they took
And hanged her on yon greenwood tree.

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