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Johnie o Cocklesmuir
JOHNIE COCK—E
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Johnie rose up in a May morning,Calld for water to wash his hands,
And he has calld for his gud gray hunds,
That lay bund in iron bands. bands
That lay bund in iron bands
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‘Ye'll busk, ye'll busk my noble dogs,Ye'll busk and mak them boun,
For I'm gaing to the Broadspear hill,
To ding the dun deer doun.’
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Whan Johnie's mither heard o this,She til her son has gane:
‘Ye'll win your mither's benison,
Gin ye wad stay at hame.
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‘Your meat sall be o the very, very best,And your drink o the finest wine;
And ye will win your mither's benison,
Gin ye wad stay at hame.’
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His mither's counsel he wad na tak,Nor wad he stay at hame;
But he's on to the Broadspear hill,
To ding the dun deer doun.
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Johnie lookit east, and Johnie lookit west,And a little below the sun,
And there he spied the dun deer lying sleeping,
Aneath a buss o brume.
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Johnie shot, and the dun deer lap,And he has woundit him in the side,
And atween the water and the wud
He laid the dun deer's pride.
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They ate sae meikle o the venison,And drank sae meikle o the blude,
That Johnie and his twa gray hunds
Fell asleep in yonder wud.
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By there cam a silly auld man,A silly auld man was he,
And he's aff to the proud foresters,
To tell what he did see.
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‘What news, what news, my silly auld man,What news? come tell to me:’
‘Na news, na news,’ said the silly auld man,
‘But what mine een did see.
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‘As I cam in by yon greenwud,And doun amang the scrogs,
The bonniest youth that ere I saw
Lay sleeping atween twa dogs.
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‘The sark that he had on his backWas o the holland sma,
And the coat that he had on his back
Was laced wi gowd fu braw.’
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Up bespak the first forester,The first forester ava:
‘An this be Johnie o Cocklesmuir,
It's time we war awa.’
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Up bespak the niest forester,The niest forester ava:
‘An this be Johnie o Cocklesmuir,
To him we winna draw.’
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The first shot that they did shoot,They woundit him on the thie;
Up bespak the uncle's son,
The niest will gar him die.
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‘Stand stout, stand stout, my noble dogs,Stand stout, and dinna flee;
Stand fast, stand fast, my gude gray hunds,
And we will mak them dee.’
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He has killed six o the proud foresters.And he has woundit the seventh sair;
He laid his leg out oure his steed,
Says, I will kill na mair.
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