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ii. "No, no," King Ed'ard, he said, "Oh, no, that never can't be. We have1 Italian in our town, That has killed more lords than three, And before sunrise tomorrow morning, A dead man you shall be."
12. The Italian flew over young Johnny's head As swift as any bird.
He pierced the Italian through2 heart
With the point of his broad sword.
And he whipped King Ed'ard and all of his men;
And the king, he like to a-hung.
13. "Hold your arm," King Ed'ard, he said, "And pray do spare me;
You can make it the heir of all your land And she your gaily dee."
(Child, No. ijj)
For American texts, see Belden, No. 8; Campbell and Sharp, No. 26; Cox, No. 9; Davis, No. 33; Hudson, No. 17; Pound, Ballads, No. 5; Scar­borough, p. 5 3; Shearin, p. 4; Shearin and Combs, p. 8; C. A. Smith, p. 15; Reed Smith, Ballads, No. 11; Newell, Games and Songs of American Children, p. 75; Journal, XV, 195 (H. E. Krehbiel); XIX, 293 (Belden); XXIX, 164 (Tolman); XXX, 322 (Kittredge); XXXV, 344 (Tolman and Eddy); XXXIX, 108 (Hudson), 212 (Rinker); XLIV, 64 (Henry). For a full and interesting history of the ballad, see Davis, No. 33. Add Journal, XLIV, 296 (Parsons); Jones, p. 13; Bulletin, No. 5, pp. 6—7.
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