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Johnny Cock
JOHNIE COCK—B
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Fifteen foresters in the Braid alow,And they are wondrous fell;
To get a drop of Johnny's heart-bluid,
They would sink a' their souls to hell.
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Johnny Cock has gotten word of this,And he is wondrous keen;
He['s] custan off the red scarlet,
And on the Linkum green.
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And he is ridden oer muir and muss,And over mountains high,
Till he came to yon wan water,
And there Johnny Cock did lie.
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They have ridden oer muir and muss,And over mountains high,
Till they met wi' an old palmer,
Was walking along the way.
5
‘What news, what news, old palmer?What news have you to me?’
‘Yonder is one of the proudest wed sons
That ever my eyes did see.’
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He's taen out a horn from his side,And he blew both loud and shrill,
Till a' the fifteen foresters
Heard Johnny Cock blaw his horn.
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They have sworn a bluidy oath,And they swore all in one,
That there was not a man among them a'
Would blaw such a blast as yon.
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And they have ridden oer muir and muss,And over mountains high,
Till they came to yon wan water,
Where Johnny Cock did lie.
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They have shotten little Johnny Cock,A little above the ee:
[OMITTED]
‘For doing the like to me.
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‘There's not a wolf in a' the woodWoud'ha' done the like to me;
'She'd ha' dipped her foot in coll water,
And strinkled above my ee,
And if I would not have waked for that,
'She'd ha' gane and let me be.
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‘But fingers five, come here, [come here,]And faint heart fail me nought,
And silver strings, value me sma things,
Till I get all this vengeance rowght!’
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He ha[s] shot a' the fifteen foresters,Left never a one but one,
And he broke the ribs a that ane's side,
And let him take tiding home.
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‘[OMITTED] a bird in a' the woodCould sing as I could say,
It would go in to my mother's bower,
And bid her kiss me, and take me away.’
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