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LANG JOHNNY MOIB. 277 |
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"A pox upo' their lodomy
On me had sic a sway; Four o' their men, the bravest four, iss
They bore my blade away."
" Bring back his blade," says Jock o' Noth,
"And freely to him it gie; Or I hae sworn a black Scot's oath,
I'll gar five million die." no
" Now whar's the lady ? " says Jock o' Noth,
" Sae fain I would her see ;" " She's lock'd up in her ain chamber,
The king he keeps the key."
" So they hae gane before the king, «s
With courage bauld and free; Their armour bright cast sic a light,
That almost dim'd his e'e.
" O whar's the lady," says Jock o' Noth,
" Sae fain as I wou'd her see; lm
For we are come to her wedding, Frae the foot o' Benachie."
" 0 take the lady," said the king,
" Ye welcome are for me; I never thought to see sic men lb
Frae the foot o' Benachie."
" If I had ken'd," said Jock o' Noth,
" Ye'd wonder'd sae muckle at me, I wou'd hae brought ane larger far
By sizes three times three." ieo |
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