Ewan MacColl — Johnnie OBreadisley Johnie CockChild No. 114

Johnie rose on a May morning Called for water tae wash his hands: Said 'Gar loose to me my twa graie dogs That lie bound in iron chains, chains That lie bound in iron chains You'll busk, you'll busk, my twa graie dogs You'll busk and mak them boon For I'm [?] broad spear held Tae bring the dun deer doon, doon Tae bring the dun deer doon When Johnie's mither she heard o this Her hands wi dule she wrang: Sais Johnie, for your venison To the grenewoods dinna , gang To the grenewoods dinna gang! It's wi he plenty o guide wheat-bread And plenty o guide red wine So Johnie for yer venison To the grenewoods dinna , gang, gang To the grenewoods dinna gang! But Johnie has bresket his gude bend bow His arras, one by one And he's awa to to the gay greenwoods Tae pull the dun deer doon, doon Tae pull the dun deer doon Johnie shot, the dun deer lap She was wounded in the side And atween the water and the wood The graie hunds laid her pride, pride The graie hunds laid her pride Johnie et o' the venison And the dogs drank o the bleid And they all fell down and fell fast asleep Asleep as tho they'd been deid, deid Asleep as tho they'd been deid Then by there came a silly auld man And a silly old man was he And he's awa to the king's forester For to tell on young Johnie-ie To tell on young Johnie Then up and spake the king's forester And an angry man was he Says' if if this be Johnie O’Breadisley A gar will mark him deid, deid Ma faith will gar him deid Stand oot, stand oot, ma noble dug Stand oot and dinna flee Stand fast stand fast my guid graie hund And we we will mak them die, die And we we will mak them die Johnie has show the six o' them And the seventh he has wounded ser And he swung his [?] oer his horses back And he swore that he would hunt more, more He swore that he would hunt more