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7 I'm not young Jimmy Scot, Nor Jimmy Scotland's king ;
But I am young Johnie Scot himself From Scotland just come in.
8 There is a taveren in our town That's killed more lords than one,
And before the sun rises tomorrow morning A dead man you shall be.
9 The taveren flew over young Johnie's head As swift as any bird ;
He pierced the taveren to the heart With the point of his broad sword.
10 He whipped King Edwards and all his men, And the king he liked to have swung. I'll make your girl my gay lady And her child the heir of my land.