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JOHNIE SCOT. |
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The queen with all her ladies fair,
The king with his merry men, Either to see fair Johnie flee,
Or else to see him slain. is>
They fought on, and Johnie fought on,
Wi' swords o' temper'd steel, Until the draps o' red, red blood
Ran trinkling down the field.
They fought on, and Johnie fought on, 155
They fought right manfullie; Till they left not alive, in a' the king's court,
A man only but three.
And they begoud at eight of the morn, And they fought on till three; i«)
When the Italian, like a swallow swift, Owre Johnie's head did flee :
But Johnie being a clever young boy,
He wheeled him round about; And on the point of Johnie's broad-sword, m
The Italian he slew out.
" A priest, a priest," fair Johnie cried, " To wed my love and me ;"
161,166, TaiUant. |
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