"Your gown sail be o' the Sweet William; Your coat the camovine; Your apron o' the sallads neat, That taste baith sweet and fine. "Your stockings sail be o' the broad kail-blade, That is baith broad and lang; Narrow, narrow, at the coot, And broad, broad at the brawn. "Your gloves sail be the marigold, All glittering to your hand, Weel spread ower wi' the blue blaewort, That grows in corn-land." "O fare ye well, young man,'' she says, "Farewell and I bid adieu; Sin ye've provided a weed for me Amang the simmer flowers, (_camovine_, camomile. _kail-blade_, leaf of colewort. _coot_, ankle. _brawn_, calf.) Then I'll provide another for you, Amang the winter-showers. [Illustration: 0194] "The new fallen snow to be your smock; Becomes your body neat; Your head sail be decked wi' the eastern wind, And the cold rain on your breast." JOHNNY SCOTT |O Johnny was as brave a knight As ever sail'd the sea, An he's done him to the English court, To serve for meat and fee. He had na been in England But yet a little while Until the king's ae daughter To Johnny proves wi' chil'. O word's come to the king himsel' In his chair where he sat That his ae daughter was wi' bairn To Jack, the Little Scott. Gin this be true that I do hear, As I trust well it be, Ye put her into prison strong, An' starve her till she die. O Johnny's on to fair Scotland, I wot, he went wi' speed, And he has left the king's court, I wot, good was his need. O it fell once upon a day That Johnny he thought lang; An hes gane to the good green wood, As fast as he could gang. O where will I get a bonny boy, To rin my errand soon; That will rin into fair England, An' haste him back again? O up it starts a bonny boy, Gold yellow was his hair, I wish his mither mickle joy, His bonny love mickle mair. O here am I, a bonny boy, Will rin your errand soon; I will gang into fair England, An' come right soon again. O when he came to broken briggs He bent his bow and swam, An when he came to the green grass growing He slaiked his shoon an' ran. When he came to yon high castle, He ran it round about; An' there he saw the king's daughter At the window looking out. "O here's a sark o' silk, lady, Your ain hand sew'd the sleeve, You're bidden come to fair Scotland, Speer nane o' your parents' leave. "Ha, take this sark o' silk, lady, Your ain hand sew'd the gare; You're bidden come to good green wood, Love Johnny waits you there." She's turned her right and round about The tear was in her ee: "How can I come to my true-love Except I had wings to flee? "Here am I kept wi' bars and bolts, Most grievous to behold; My breast-plate's o' the sturdy steel, Instead of the beaten gold.