Lang Johnnie More

There lives a man in Rye-knees-land and another in Achindour
But the bonniest lad among them a was lang Johnny More
Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
Young Johnny was a clever youth, baes sturdy, stoot and strong
And the sword that hung by Johnny's side was fully six feet lang
Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
Johnny was a clever youth, a sturdy stoat
And waicht, and he was full three yards up...
He was full three yards aboot the waist and 14 feet in heicht
Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
And if a be true that they do say, and if a be true we hear
Young Johnny's on to fair England the king's standard to bear
Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
He hid nae been in fair London a year but barely three, when
The fairest lady in all Londen fell in love wi' young Johnny
Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
Word gin up and word gin doon and word gin to the king, that
The muckle Scot had fa'n in love wi' his daughter, Lady Jean
Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
And if a be true that they do say and that ye tell to me, this
Michty Scot shall stretch the rope and hung it he shall be
Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
But oot did spoke young Johnny then, them words pronounced
He, "While I hae strength to wield my blade, ye darna
A hang me." Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
But the English lad's as cunning rogues and roon them there did creep
They gie him drams aloud to meat, oh he fell fast asleep
Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
When Johnny wakened fae his sleep, a sorry man was he
Wi' his jaws and hands in iron bands and his feet in fetters three
Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
"Far well I get a bonny boy, we'll win baith mate and fee
And we'll rin on to my uncle at the fat o'
Beinehe." Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
"Oh here am I a bonny boy, we'll win baith mate and fee
And we'll rin on to your uncle at the fat o'
Beinehe." Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
"It's far ye fin the mint brig's broken you'll send your bow and swim
And far ye fin the grass growin', you'll slack your
Sheet and rin." Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
"When ye come on to Beeniehe baith neither chap nor car
Sae weel you'll kenile Johnny there, three fit a-
Been the man." Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
"You'll gee to him this braid letter, said we my faith and troth
And you'll bid him bring along wi' him the body Johnny
North." Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
"What news, what news, my bonny boy, you neither was here
Before." "Nae news, nae news but a braid letter fae your nephew
Johnny Moore." Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
Beeniehe lies very loigh...
Low and the top o' North stands high, but for the
Distance it lies between, they heard a' Johnny cry
Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
When on the plain the champions met 'twas grisly gest to see
There was three feet atween their brows
And their shoulders braid yards three
Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
This made them ran o'er hill and dales and over mountains high
Till they arrived in fair England at the dyin' o' the day
Hardidla nilde nadi, hardidla nilde nee
When they arrived at fair London, they yet were lokit in
And far was there but a trumpet there, wi' a trumpet
In his han'.What's the matter, old Johnny says
Oh, what's the matter within that the drums do beat
And the bells do ring and makes a good old fit din
Naeth thing's the matter, the keeper said
Naeth thing's the matter to thee
But it makes thee scot to strut the rope and to murder him and he
Open the yet, old Johnny said
Open the yet, I say
The trembling keeper smiling said, "But I havenot
Got the key." Open the yet, old Johnny said
Open the yet, I say
Or there's a body at my back to Scotland's brought the key
Open the yet, said Jock o' North
Open them at my call
And we his fat, he his dung and three years breith saw the wall
Saint they are done through fair London and done by the townhall
And there they sigh on Johnny Moore stand on the English wall
You're welcome here, my uncle dear
You're welcome here to me
You louse the knot and slack the rope and tak neeth fee for the three
Oh, ist for murder or for theft or ist for robbery?
If it be for ony of these crimes, there's nae remeed for thee
It's naefor murder nor for theft, nor yet for robbery
It's all for loving a fair lady, they're gone to guard my dee
"Bring back his sword," said Jock o' North
"And freely to him gee
I sworn a brave Scotch oath I'll guard 5 million dee." "And
Far as the lady," said Jock o' North, "Sevains I would her see
She's locked up in her ain chamber
The king, he keeps the key." So they ha' gain
Afore the king with courage bold and free
Their armor bright could sick and light it almost blint his ee
"Far as the lady," said Jock o' North, "Sevain I would her see
For I have sworn a solemn oath, she's gone to be
Na hee." "Oh, take the lady," the king he says
"You're welcome to her for me
For I never thought she hid sick man for the bad of any he."
If I had gants at Jock o' North yet when her simacle at me
I would have brought ye bigger men besides his three times three
But we betide that little wee boy that tidings brought to me
Let all England say what they will
It's hunged he shall be
"Oh, tak the lady," the king he said
"You're welcome to her for me." Oh, tak the lady
The king he said and the boy he shall go free
"A priest, a priest," young Johnny cried, "to join my love and me
" "A clark, a clark," the king he cried to seal her dog are we
But out it spack old Johnny then this words pronounced he
"Oh, he has lands and rents in you can heal seek
Naegood for thee." It's he has lands and rents in you
He has 30 plows and three
Likewise, far as air to my estate at the vet of any he
"He only mentions" said Jock o' North "they're only at your call
He only mentions in this place to build up your
Broken wall." "I've plenty masons in this place
I've plenty at my call
But he may gang for whence ye cam
Never mind my broken wall." Fifteen the
Lady by the hand are set her prison free
With drums beating and fife playing, they're on to Benie he