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2o2 J0H5TIB AKMSTRANG, OR,
The king he writt an a letter then
A letter which was large and long, He signed it with his owne hand,
And he promised to doe him no wrong.
When this letter came Jonne untill,
His heart it was as blythe as birds on the tree; " Never was I sent for before any king,
My father, my grandfather, nor none but mee.
"And if wee goe the king before,
I would we went most orderly; Every man of you shall have his scarlet cloak,
Laced with silver laces three.
" Every won of you shall have his velvett coat,
Laced with sillver lace so white; O the golden bands an about your necks,
Black hatts, white feathers, all alyke."
By the morrow morninge at ten of the clock,
Towards Edenburough gon was hee, And with him all his eight score men,
Good lord, it was a goodly sight for to see !
When Jonne came befower the king,
He fell downe on his knee; " 0 pardon my soveraine leige," he said,
" O pardon my eight score men and mee!"
" Thou shalt have no pardon, thou traytor strong,
For thy eight score men nor thee ; For to-morrow morning by ten of the clock.
Both thou and them shall hang on the gallow tree. |
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