251LANG JOHNNY MORE

‘Lang Johnny Moir,’ Buchan’s Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 248.

‘Lang Johnny More,’ Christie’s Traditional Ballad Airs, I, 44, is epitomized from Buchan, “with a few alterations from the way the editor has heard it sung.” The variations are absolutely of no account, as in other cases in which Christie has used this phrase.

Johnny More, a youth fourteen feet tall and three yards round the waist, goes to London to bear the king’s banner. He falls in love with the king’s daughter, and she with him, and the king locks the lady up in her chamber and swears that he will hang the Scot. Johnny laughs at the hanging; but the English give him laudanum, and when he wakes he finds his jaws and hands in iron bands and his feet in fetters. He sends a boywith a letter asking his uncle to come to his aid, and to bring with him Jock o Noth. These champions, ‘twa grizly ghosts to see,’ have three feet between their brows and three yards between their shoulders. Coming to London they find the gates locked, because, as they learn from a keeper, a Scot is to be hanged that morn. The keeper declining to open the gates, Jock o Noth drives in three yards of the wall with his foot. Johnny More is standing with the rope round his neck, ready to be turned off. Though the portentous pair have a giant’s strength, they are quite too superior to use it like a giant; they tell Johnny that there is no help for him if he has been guilty of a heinous crime. Learning that his only crime is loving a gay lady, they require that his sword shall be given back to him, then go before the king and demand the lady; they have come to her wedding. Take her, says the king. I never thought to see such men. Jock of Noth could have brought a man thrice three times bigger, if he had supposed that his own size would cause such astonishment. Any way, says the craven king, the boy that took the message shall be hanged. In that case, replies Jock, we shall attend the burial and see that you get your reward. The king yields everything. Johnny More calls for a priest to join him and his love; the king for a clerk to seal the tocher. Johnny is rich, and spurns tocher. Auld Johnny More, Young Johnny More, Jock o Noth and the boy go off with the lady.

This ballad has been referred to under No 99, II, 378, as perhaps an imitation, and in fact almost a parody, of ‘Johnie Scot.’ In No 99 John is the little Scot; here he is the muckle Scot, stanza 6 (Gaelic mor==big), and his helpmates, as well as he, are of gigantic size. Excepting in this and one other particular, the stories are materially the same. In both Johnie goes to England to bear the king’s banner; a love-affair ensues between him and the king’s daughter; the king puts his daughter into confinement, and threatens to hang Johnie, but in the end is constrained to give him his daughter; Johnie calls for a priest to marry him and the princess, the king calls for a clerk to arrange the tocher; Johnie refuses tocher, and goes off with his love or bride.

In No 99 Johnie, who has escaped, comes to the rescue of the princess with a redoubtable force; in this ballad Johnie is made prisoner, and sends for his uncle and another giant to come to his help. Their monstrous dimensions make them, for ballad-purposes, fairly equivalent to the five hundred men who accompany Johnie in No 99.

Some versions of No 99, as already remarked, have borrowed features from this ballad. Auld Johnie and Jock o Noth are presented here, stanza 21, as twa grizly ghosts to see, and their brows are three feet apart, their shoulders three yards; and so with the champion inA,H,L, of No 99.

Quite curiously, the hero of the Breton ballad which resembles ‘Johnie Scot’ is described as a giant (we must suppose on traditionary authority) in the title of two copies.

Auchindoir and Rhynie (parishes) are in the west of Aberdeenshire, north of the Don. Noth is a considerable hill in the latter.

1There lives a man in Rynie’s land,Anither in Auchindore,The bravest lad amo them a’Was lang Johnny Moir.2Young Johnny was an airy blade,Fu sturdy, stout, and strang;The sword that hang by Johnny’s sideWas just full ten feet lang.3Young Johnny was a clever youth,Fu sturdy, stout, and wight,Just full three yards around the waist,And fourteen feet in hight.4But if a’ be true they tell me now,And a’ be true I hear,Young Johnny’s on to Lundan gane,The king’s banner to bear.5He hadna been in fair LundanBut twalmonths twa or threeTill the fairest lady in a’ LundanFell in love wi young Johnny.6This news did sound thro Lundan town,Till it came to the kingThat the muckle Scot had fa’in in loveWi his daughter, Lady Jean.7Whan the king got word o that,A solemn oath sware he,This weighty Scot sall strait a rope,And hanged he shall be.8When Johnny heard the sentence past,A light laugh then gae he:‘While I hae strength to wield my blade,Ye darena a’ hang me.’9The English dogs were cunning rogues;About him they did creep,And gae him draps o lodomyThat laid him fast asleep.10Whan Johnny wakend frae his sleepA sorry heart had he;His jaws and hands in iron bands,His feet in fetters three.11‘O whar will I get a little wee boyWill work for meat and fee,That will rin on to my uncle,At the foot of Benachie?’12‘Here am I, a little wee boyWill work for meat and fee,That will rin on to your uncle,At the foot of Benachie.’13‘Whan ye come whar grass grows green,Slack your shoes and rin;And whan ye come whar water’s strong,Ye’ll bend your bow and swim.14‘And whan ye come to BenachieYe’ll neither chap nor ca;Sae well’s ye’ll ken auld Johnny there,Three feet abeen them a’.15‘Ye’ll gie to him this braid letter,Seald wi my faith and troth,And ye’ll bid him bring alang wi himThe body Jock o Noth.’16Whan he came whar grass grew green,He slackt his shoes and ran;And whan he came whar water’s strongHe bent his bow and swam.17And whan he came to BenachieDid neither chap nor ca;Sae well’s he kent auld Johnny there,Three feet abeen them a’.18‘What news, what news, my little wee boy?Ye never were here before;’‘Nae news, nae news, but a letter fromYour nephew, Johnny Moir.19‘Ye’ll take here this braid letter,Seald wi his faith and troth,And ye’re bidden bring alang wi youThe body Jock o Noth.’20Benachie lyes very low,The tap o Noth lyes high;For a’ the distance that’s between,He heard auld Johnny cry.21Whan on the plain these champions met,Twa grizly ghosts to see,There were three feet between their brows,And shoulders were yards three.22These men they ran ower hills and dales,And ower mountains high,Till they came on to Lundan town,At the dawn o the third day.23And whan they came to Lundan townThe yetts were lockit wi bands,And wha were there but a trumpeter,Wi trumpet in his hands?24‘What is the matter, ye keepers all?Or what’s the matter withinThat the drums do beat and bells do ring,And make sic dolefu din?’25‘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.’26‘O open the yetts, ye proud keepers,Ye’ll open without delay;’The trembling keeper, smiling, said,‘O I hae not the key.’27‘Ye’ll open the yetts, ye proud keepers,Ye’ll open without delay,Or here is a body at my backFrae Scotland has brought the key.’28‘Ye’ll open the yetts,’ says Jock o Noth,‘Ye’ll open them at my call;’Then wi his foot he has drove inThree yards braid o the wall.29As they gaed in by Drury Lane,And down by the town’s hall,And there they saw young Johnny MoirStand 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 ladyThey’re gaun to gar me die.’33‘O whar’s thy sword,’ says Jock o Noth,‘Ye brought frae Scotland wi thee?I never saw a Scotsman yetBut coud wield a sword or tree.’34‘A pox upo their lodomy,On me had sic a swayFour 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 oathI’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.’37So they hae gane before the king,With courage bauld and free;Their armour bright cast sic a lightThat almost dim’d his ee.38‘O 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‘O 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 farBy sizes three times three.41‘Likewise if I had thought I’d beenSic a great fright to thee,I’d brought Sir John o Erskine Park;He’s thretty feet and three.’42‘Wae to the little boy,’ said the king,‘Brought tidings unto thee!Let all England say what they will,High hangëd shall he be.’43‘O if ye hang the little wee boyBrought tidings unto me,We shall attend his burial,And rewarded ye shall be.’44‘O take the lady,’ said the king,‘And the boy shall be free;’‘A priest, a priest,’ then Johnny cried,‘To join my love and me.’45‘A clerk, a clerk,’ the king replied,‘To seal her tocher wi thee;’Out it speaks auld Johnny then,These words pronounced he:46‘I want nae lands and rents at hame,I’ll ask nae gowd frae thee;I am possessd o riches great,Hae fifty ploughs and three;Likewise fa’s heir to ane estateAt the foot o Benachie.47‘Hae ye ony masons in this place,Or ony at your call,That ye may now send some o themTo build your broken wall?’48‘Yes, there are masons in this place,And plenty at my call;But ye may gang frae whence ye came,Never mind my broken wall.’49They’ve taen the lady by the handAnd set her prison-free;Wi drums beating, and fifes playing,They spent the night wi glee.50Now auld Johnny Moir, and young Johnny Moir,And Jock o Noth, a’ three,The English lady, and little wee boy,Went a’ to Benachie.

1There lives a man in Rynie’s land,Anither in Auchindore,The bravest lad amo them a’Was lang Johnny Moir.

There lives a man in Rynie’s land,

Anither in Auchindore,

The bravest lad amo them a’

Was lang Johnny Moir.

2Young Johnny was an airy blade,Fu sturdy, stout, and strang;The sword that hang by Johnny’s sideWas just full ten feet lang.

Young Johnny was an airy blade,

Fu sturdy, stout, and strang;

The sword that hang by Johnny’s side

Was just full ten feet lang.

3Young Johnny was a clever youth,Fu sturdy, stout, and wight,Just full three yards around the waist,And fourteen feet in hight.

Young Johnny was a clever youth,

Fu sturdy, stout, and wight,

Just full three yards around the waist,

And fourteen feet in hight.

4But if a’ be true they tell me now,And a’ be true I hear,Young Johnny’s on to Lundan gane,The king’s banner to bear.

But if a’ be true they tell me now,

And a’ be true I hear,

Young Johnny’s on to Lundan gane,

The king’s banner to bear.

5He hadna been in fair LundanBut twalmonths twa or threeTill the fairest lady in a’ LundanFell in love wi young Johnny.

He hadna been in fair Lundan

But twalmonths twa or three

Till the fairest lady in a’ Lundan

Fell in love wi young Johnny.

6This news did sound thro Lundan town,Till it came to the kingThat the muckle Scot had fa’in in loveWi his daughter, Lady Jean.

This news did sound thro Lundan town,

Till it came to the king

That the muckle Scot had fa’in in love

Wi his daughter, Lady Jean.

7Whan the king got word o that,A solemn oath sware he,This weighty Scot sall strait a rope,And hanged he shall be.

Whan the king got word o that,

A solemn oath sware he,

This weighty Scot sall strait a rope,

And hanged he shall be.

8When Johnny heard the sentence past,A light laugh then gae he:‘While I hae strength to wield my blade,Ye darena a’ hang me.’

When Johnny heard the sentence past,

A light laugh then gae he:

‘While I hae strength to wield my blade,

Ye darena a’ hang me.’

9The English dogs were cunning rogues;About him they did creep,And gae him draps o lodomyThat laid him fast asleep.

The English dogs were cunning rogues;

About him they did creep,

And gae him draps o lodomy

That laid him fast asleep.

10Whan Johnny wakend frae his sleepA sorry heart had he;His jaws and hands in iron bands,His feet in fetters three.

Whan Johnny wakend frae his sleep

A sorry heart had he;

His jaws and hands in iron bands,

His feet in fetters three.

11‘O whar will I get a little wee boyWill work for meat and fee,That will rin on to my uncle,At the foot of Benachie?’

‘O whar will I get a little wee boy

Will work for meat and fee,

That will rin on to my uncle,

At the foot of Benachie?’

12‘Here am I, a little wee boyWill work for meat and fee,That will rin on to your uncle,At the foot of Benachie.’

‘Here am I, a little wee boy

Will work for meat and fee,

That will rin on to your uncle,

At the foot of Benachie.’

13‘Whan ye come whar grass grows green,Slack your shoes and rin;And whan ye come whar water’s strong,Ye’ll bend your bow and swim.

‘Whan ye come whar grass grows green,

Slack your shoes and rin;

And whan ye come whar water’s strong,

Ye’ll bend your bow and swim.

14‘And whan ye come to BenachieYe’ll neither chap nor ca;Sae well’s ye’ll ken auld Johnny there,Three feet abeen them a’.

‘And whan ye come to Benachie

Ye’ll neither chap nor ca;

Sae well’s ye’ll ken auld Johnny there,

Three feet abeen them a’.

15‘Ye’ll gie to him this braid letter,Seald wi my faith and troth,And ye’ll bid him bring alang wi himThe body Jock o Noth.’

‘Ye’ll gie to him this braid letter,

Seald wi my faith and troth,

And ye’ll bid him bring alang wi him

The body Jock o Noth.’

16Whan he came whar grass grew green,He slackt his shoes and ran;And whan he came whar water’s strongHe bent his bow and swam.

Whan he came whar grass grew green,

He slackt his shoes and ran;

And whan he came whar water’s strong

He bent his bow and swam.

17And whan he came to BenachieDid neither chap nor ca;Sae well’s he kent auld Johnny there,Three feet abeen them a’.

And whan he came to Benachie

Did neither chap nor ca;

Sae well’s he kent auld Johnny there,

Three feet abeen them a’.

18‘What news, what news, my little wee boy?Ye never were here before;’‘Nae news, nae news, but a letter fromYour nephew, Johnny Moir.

‘What news, what news, my little wee boy?

Ye never were here before;’

‘Nae news, nae news, but a letter from

Your nephew, Johnny Moir.

19‘Ye’ll take here this braid letter,Seald wi his faith and troth,And ye’re bidden bring alang wi youThe body Jock o Noth.’

‘Ye’ll take here this braid letter,

Seald wi his faith and troth,

And ye’re bidden bring alang wi you

The body Jock o Noth.’

20Benachie lyes very low,The tap o Noth lyes high;For a’ the distance that’s between,He heard auld Johnny cry.

Benachie lyes very low,

The tap o Noth lyes high;

For a’ the distance that’s between,

He heard auld Johnny cry.

21Whan on the plain these champions met,Twa grizly ghosts to see,There were three feet between their brows,And shoulders were yards three.

Whan on the plain these champions met,

Twa grizly ghosts to see,

There were three feet between their brows,

And shoulders were yards three.

22These men they ran ower hills and dales,And ower mountains high,Till they came on to Lundan town,At the dawn o the third day.

These men they ran ower hills and dales,

And ower mountains high,

Till they came on to Lundan town,

At the dawn o the third day.

23And whan they came to Lundan townThe yetts were lockit wi bands,And wha were there but a trumpeter,Wi trumpet in his hands?

And whan they came to Lundan town

The yetts were lockit wi bands,

And wha were there but a trumpeter,

Wi trumpet in his hands?

24‘What is the matter, ye keepers all?Or what’s the matter withinThat the drums do beat and bells do ring,And make sic dolefu din?’

‘What is the matter, ye keepers all?

Or what’s the matter within

That the drums do beat and bells do ring,

And make sic dolefu din?’

25‘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.’

‘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.’

26‘O open the yetts, ye proud keepers,Ye’ll open without delay;’The trembling keeper, smiling, said,‘O I hae not the key.’

‘O open the yetts, ye proud keepers,

Ye’ll open without delay;’

The trembling keeper, smiling, said,

‘O I hae not the key.’

27‘Ye’ll open the yetts, ye proud keepers,Ye’ll open without delay,Or here is a body at my backFrae Scotland has brought the key.’

‘Ye’ll open the yetts, ye proud keepers,

Ye’ll open without delay,

Or here is a body at my back

Frae Scotland has brought the key.’

28‘Ye’ll open the yetts,’ says Jock o Noth,‘Ye’ll open them at my call;’Then wi his foot he has drove inThree yards braid o the wall.

‘Ye’ll open the yetts,’ says Jock o Noth,

‘Ye’ll open them at my call;’

Then wi his foot he has drove in

Three yards braid o the wall.

29As they gaed in by Drury Lane,And down by the town’s hall,And there they saw young Johnny MoirStand on their English wall.

As they gaed in by Drury 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.’

‘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.’

‘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 ladyThey’re gaun to gar me die.’

‘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‘O whar’s thy sword,’ says Jock o Noth,‘Ye brought frae Scotland wi thee?I never saw a Scotsman yetBut coud wield a sword or tree.’

‘O 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 swayFour o their men, the bravest four,They bore my blade away.’

‘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 oathI’ll gar five million die.

‘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.’

‘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.’

37So they hae gane before the king,With courage bauld and free;Their armour bright cast sic a lightThat almost dim’d his ee.

So they hae gane before the king,

With courage bauld and free;

Their armour bright cast sic a light

That almost dim’d his ee.

38‘O 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.’

‘O 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‘O take the lady,’ said the king,‘Ye welcome are for me;I never thought to see sic men,Frae the foot o Benachie.’

‘O 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 farBy sizes three times three.

‘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 beenSic a great fright to thee,I’d brought Sir John o Erskine Park;He’s thretty feet and three.’

‘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‘Wae to the little boy,’ said the king,‘Brought tidings unto thee!Let all England say what they will,High hangëd shall he be.’

‘Wae to the little boy,’ said the king,

‘Brought tidings unto thee!

Let all England say what they will,

High hangëd shall he be.’

43‘O if ye hang the little wee boyBrought tidings unto me,We shall attend his burial,And rewarded ye shall be.’

‘O if ye hang the little wee boy

Brought tidings unto me,

We shall attend his burial,

And rewarded ye shall be.’

44‘O take the lady,’ said the king,‘And the boy shall be free;’‘A priest, a priest,’ then Johnny cried,‘To join my love and me.’

‘O take the lady,’ said the king,

‘And the boy shall be free;’

‘A priest, a priest,’ then Johnny cried,

‘To join my love and me.’

45‘A clerk, a clerk,’ the king replied,‘To seal her tocher wi thee;’Out it speaks auld Johnny then,These words pronounced he:

‘A clerk, a clerk,’ the king replied,

‘To seal her tocher wi thee;’

Out it speaks auld Johnny then,

These words pronounced he:

46‘I want nae lands and rents at hame,I’ll ask nae gowd frae thee;I am possessd o riches great,Hae fifty ploughs and three;Likewise fa’s heir to ane estateAt the foot o Benachie.

‘I want nae lands and rents at hame,

I’ll ask nae gowd frae thee;

I am possessd o riches great,

Hae fifty ploughs and three;

Likewise fa’s heir to ane estate

At the foot o Benachie.

47‘Hae ye ony masons in this place,Or ony at your call,That ye may now send some o themTo build your broken wall?’

‘Hae ye ony masons in this place,

Or ony at your call,

That ye may now send some o them

To build your broken wall?’

48‘Yes, there are masons in this place,And plenty at my call;But ye may gang frae whence ye came,Never mind my broken wall.’

‘Yes, there are masons in this place,

And plenty at my call;

But ye may gang frae whence ye came,

Never mind my broken wall.’

49They’ve taen the lady by the handAnd set her prison-free;Wi drums beating, and fifes playing,They spent the night wi glee.

They’ve taen the lady by the hand

And set her prison-free;

Wi drums beating, and fifes playing,

They spent the night wi glee.

50Now auld Johnny Moir, and young Johnny Moir,And Jock o Noth, a’ three,The English lady, and little wee boy,Went a’ to Benachie.

Now auld Johnny Moir, and young Johnny Moir,

And Jock o Noth, a’ three,

The English lady, and little wee boy,

Went a’ to Benachie.

274. hae.

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