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JOHNIE AKHSTRANG. 49
" But had I kend, or I came frae hame,
How thou unkind wadst bene to me, 90
I wad haif kept the Border syde, In spyte of all thy force and thee.
" Wist Englands King that I was tane,
O gin a blyth man wald he be ! For anes I slew his sisters son, 95
And on his breist-bane brak a tree."
John wore a girdle about his midle, Imbroidred owre with burning gold,
Bespangled wi' the same mettle
Maist beautifull was to behold. 100
Ther hang nine targats at Johnys hat,
And ilka an worth three hundred pound—
" What wants that knave that a King suld haif, But the sword of honour and the crown ?
" 0 whair gat thou these targats, Johnie, mj That blink sae brawly abune thy brie ? "
" I gat them in the field fechting,
Wher, cruel King, thou durst not be.
" Had I my horse, and harness gude,
And ryding as I wont to be, no
It sould haif bene tald this hundred yeir, The meiting of my King and me!
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