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