Whan on the plain these champions met, Twa grizly ghosts to see, There were three feet between her brows, And shoulders were yards three. These men they ran ower hills and dales, 85 And ower mountains high; Till they came on to Lundan town, At the dawn o' the third day. And whan they came to Lundan town, The yetts were lockit wi' bands; 90 And wha were there but a trumpeter, Wi' trumpet in his hands. "What is the matter, ye keepers all, Or what's the matter within, That the drums do beat, and bells do ring, 95 And make sic dolefu' din?" "There's naething the matter," the keeper said, "There's naething the matter to thee; But a weighty Scot to strait the rope, And the morn he maun die." 100 "O open the yetts, ye proud keepers, Ye'll open without delay;" The trembling keeper smiling said, "O I hae not the key." "Ye'll open the yetts, ye proud keepers, 105 Ye'll open without delay; Or here is a body at my back Frae Scotland hae brought the key." "Ye'll open the yetts," says Jock o' Noth, "Ye'll open them at my call;" 110 Then wi' his foot he has drove in Three yards braid o' the wall. As they gaed in by Drury-lane, And down by the town's hall; And there they saw young Johnny Moir, 115 Stand on their English wall. "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." 120 "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." "It's nae for murder, nor for theft, 125 Nor yet for robberie; A' is for the loving a gay lady, They're gaun to gar me die." "O whar's thy sword," says Jock o' Noth, "Ye brought frae Scotland wi' thee? 130 I never saw a Scotsman yet, But coud wield a sword or tree." "A pox upo' their lodomy On me had sic a sway; Four o' their men, the bravest four, 135 They bore my blade away." "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." 140 "Now whar's the lady?" says Jock o' Noth, "Sae fain I would her see;" "She's lock'd up in her ain chamber, The king he keeps the key." So they hae gane before the king, 145 With courage bauld and free; Their armour bright cast sic a light, That almost dim'd his e'e.