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2 Away to old England I must go, King Edwards has sent for me.
Up spoke young Jimmy Scot himself As he sat by his knees : Five hundred of my best brave men Shall bear you company.
3 The very first town that they rode through, The drums, the fifes, they played;
The very next town that they rode through, The drums they beat all around.
4 They rode, they rode to King Edwards's gate, They dingled at the ring;
But who did he spy but his own sweetheart And her footspade ( footpage ) a-peeping down.
5 I can't come down, dear Johnny, she says, For Poppy has scolded me.
I'm forced to wear a ball and chain Instead of the ivory.
6 Is this young Jimmy Scot himself, Or Jimmy Scotland's king ?
Or is the father of that bastard child From Scotland just come in?