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THE SCOTTISH BORDER. 127
" But had I kennVl ere I cam frae hame,
" How thou unkind wadst been to me !
" I wad have keepit the Border side,
" In spite of all thy force and thee.
" Wist England's King that I was ta'en,
" O gin a blythe man he wad be !
" For anes I slew his sister's son,
" And on his breist bane brak a trie,"
John wore a girdle about his middle,
Imbroidered ower wi' burning gold,
Bespangled wi' the same metal,
Maist beautiful was to behold.
There hang nine targats* at Johnie's hat,
And ilk ane worth three hundred pound —
" What wants that knave that a King suld have,
" But the sword of honour and the crown ?
" O whair got thou these targats, Johnie,
" That blink-|- sae brawly abune thy bri
" I gat them in the field fechting,
* TaigiUs — Tassels. -f Blink sac b/aiclie — Glance so bravely-

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