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JOHNNY THE BRINE Johnny he raised one May morning Called watter tae wash his hands Roaring - Bring tae me my twa greyhounds That are bound in iron bands, bands That are bound in iron bands His auld wife she rung her hands - Tae the greenwoods dinnae gang For the sake o the venison Tae the greenwoods dinnae gang, gang Tae the greenwoods dinnae gang But Johnny went up through Monymusk And doon and through some scrogs And it was there he spied a dun deer leap She was lying in a bed o sprogs, sprogs She was lying in a bed o sprogs The first arrow he fired at her He wounded her on the side And between the water and the wids For his groundhounds laid her pride, pride For his groundhounds laid her pride Johnny and his twa greyhounds Drank sae muckle o her blood That Johnny an his twa greyhounds Fell a-sleeping in the wids, wids Fell a-sleeping in the wids By came a silly auld man And an ill death may he dee He went up and telt the first forrester And he telt what he did see, see And he telt what he did see If that be the young Johnny the Brine Ye'd better leave him a-be If that is young Johnny the Brine Ye'd better leave him a -be, a-be Ye'd better leave him a -be He went up and telt the seventh forester He was Johnny' sister's son - If that be young Johnny the Brine Tae the green wids we will gang, gang Tae the green wids we will gang The first arrow they fired at him They wounded him on the feet And the second arrow they fired at him For his hert's blude blint his ee, ee For his hert's blude blint his ee But Johnny rose up wi a angry growl For a angry man was he - I will kill a' you six foresters And brak the seventh one's back in three, three And brak the seventh one's back in three He placed his fit upon a stone And his back against a tree An he kilt a' the six foresters And broke the seventh one's back in three, three And broke the seventh one's back in three Johnny broke his back in three And he broke his collar-bone An he tied him on his grey mare's back For to carry the tidings home, home For to carry the tidings home Jeannie Robertson, The World's Greatest Folksinger, Prestige/International 13006 @hunting @poaching @outlaw Child #114 filename[ BRAIDSL2 TUNE FILE: BRAIDSLY CLICK TO PLAY RC Feb07 |
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