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JOHNIE SCOT. |
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" A clerk, a clerk," her father cried,
" To sum her tocher free." m>
" I'll hae none of your gold," fair Johnie cried,
" Nor none of your other gear; But I will have my own fair bride,
For this day I've won her dear."
He's ta'en hia true love by the hand, iw
He led her up the plain : " Have you any more of your English dogs
You want for to have slain ? "
He put a little horn to his mouth,
He blew't baith loud and shill; iso
And honour is into Scotland gone,
In spite of England's skill.
He put his little horn to his mouth,
He blew it owre again ; And aye the sound the horn cryed i»
Was " Johnie and his men!" |
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