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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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5

Johnny Cock

JOHNIE COCK—C

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Pieces of Ancient Poetry from Unpublished Manuscripts and Scarce Books, Bristol, 1814, p. 51.

1

Johnny Cock, in a May morning,
Sought water to wash his hands,
And he is awa to louse his dogs,
That's tied wi iron bans.
That's tied wi iron bans

2

His coat it is of the light Lincum green,
And his breiks are of the same;
His shoes are of the American leather,
Silver buckles tying them.

3

'He' hunted up, and so did 'he' down,
Till 'he' came to yon bush of scrogs,
And then to yon wan water,
Where he slept among his dogs.
[OMITTED]

4

Johnny Cock out-shot a' the foresters,
And out-shot a the three;
Out shot a' the foresters,
Wounded Johnny aboun the bree.

5

‘Woe be to you, foresters,
And an ill death may you die!
For there would not a wolf in a' the wood
have done the like to me.

6

‘For’ 't would ha' put its foot in the coll water
And ha strinkled it on my bree,
And gin that would not have done,
Would have gane and lett me be.

7

‘I often took to my mother
The dandoo and the roe,
But now I'l take to my mother
Much sorrow and much woe.

8

‘I often took to my mother
The dandoo and the hare,
But now I'l take to my mother
Much sorrow and much care.’