Johnny arose on a May mornin′ Gone for water tae wash his hands He hae loused tae me his twa gray dogs That lie bound in iron bands
When Johnny's mother, she heard o′ this Her hands for dule she wrang Cryin', "Johnny, for yer venison Tae the green woods dinna ye gang"
Aye, but Johnny hae taen his good benbow His arrows one by one Aye, and he's awa tae green wood gaen Tae dae the dun deer doon
Oh Johnny, he shot, and the dun deer lapp′t He wounded her in the side Aye, between the water and the wood The gray dogs laid their pride
It′s by there cam' a silly auld man Wi′ an ill that John he might dee And he's awa′ doon tae Esslemont Well, the King's seven foresters tae see
It′s up and spake the first forester He was heid ane amang them a' "Can this be Johnny O' Braidislee? Untae him we will draw"
An′ the first shot that the foresters, they fired They wounded John in the knee An′ the second shot that the foresters, they fired Well, his hairt's blood blint his e′e
But he's leaned his back against an oak An′ his foot against a stane Oh and he hae fired on the seven foresters An' he′s killed them a' but ane
Aye, he hae broke fower o' this man′s ribs His airm and his collar bain Oh and he has sent him on a horse For tae carry the tidings hame
Johnny′s good benbow, it lies broke His twa gray dogs, they lie deid And his body, it lies doon in Monymusk And his huntin' days are daen His huntin′ days are daenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
