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JOHNIE AKMSTKANG. |
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" Away with thee, thou false traytor, «
No pardon will I grant to thee, But to-morrow morning by eight of the clock,
I will hang up thy eightscore men and thee."
Then Johnny look'd over his left shoulder,
And to his merry men thus said he, w
" I have asked grace of a graceless face, No pardon there is for you and me."
Then John pull'd out his good broad sword, That was made of the mettle so free;
Had not the King moved his foot as he did, « John had taken his head from his fair body.
" Come, follow me, my merry men all, .
We will scorn one foot for to fly; It shall never be said we were hang'd like dogs;
We will fight it out most manfully." eo
Then they fought on like champions bold, For their hearts were sturdy, stout, and free ;
'Till they had kill'd all the King's good guard,— There were none left alive but one, two, or three.
But then rose up all Edenborough, es •
They rose up by thousands three; A cowardly Scot came John behind,
And run him through the fair body. |
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