The English and Scottish Popular Ballads in Five Volumes. Volume Four. 1965. Paper.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 Excerpt: ... Lane, And down by the town's hall, And there they saw young Johnny Moir Stand on their English wall. 30 'Ye 're welcome here, my uncle dear, Ye 're welcome unto me; Ye 'll loose the knot, and slack the rope, And set me frae the tree.' 31 'Is it for murder, or for theft? Or is it for robberie? If it is for ony heinous crime, There 's nae remeid for thee.' 32 'It's nae for murder, nor for theft, Nor yet for robberie; A' is for the loving a gay lady They 're gaun to gar me die.' 33 '0 whar 's thy sword,' says Jock o Noth, 'Ye brought frae Scotland wi thee? I never saw a Scotsman yet But coud wield a sword or tree.' 34 'A pox upo their lodomy, On me had sic a sway Four o their men, the bravest four, They bore my blade away.' 35 'Bring back his blade,' says Jock o Noth, 'And freely to him it gie, Or I hae sworn a black Scot's oath I 'll gar five million die. 36 'Now whar's the lady?' says Jock o Noth, 'Sae fain I woud her see;' 'She 's lockd up in her ain chamber, The king he keeps the key.' 37 So they hae gane before the king, With courage bauld and free; Vol. It. 51 Their armour bright cast sic a light That almost dim'd his ee. 38 '0 whar 's the lady?' says Jock o Noth, 'Sae fain as I woud her see; For we are come to her wedding, Frae the foot o Benachie.' 39 '0 take the lady,' said the king, 'Ye welcome are for me; I never thought to see sic men, Frae the foot o Benachie.' 40 'If I had kend,' said Jock o Noth, 'Ye 'd wonderd sae muckle at me, I woud hae brought ane larger far By sizes three times three. 41 'Likewise if I had thought I 'd been Sic a great fright to thee, I 'd brought Sir John o Erskine Park; He 's thretty feet and three.' 42 War to the little boy,' said the king, 'Brought tidings unto thee! Let all England say what they will, High hanged shal...