| Johnny got up on a May mornin'
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| Called for water to wash his hands
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| Says «Gie loose tae me my twa grey dugs
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| That lie in iron bands — bands
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| That lie in iron bands»
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| Johnny’s mother she heard o' this
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| Her hands for dool she wrang
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| Sayin' «Johnny for your venison
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| Tae the greenwood dinnae gang — gang
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| Tae the greenwood dinnae gang»
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| But Johnny has ta’en his guid bend bow
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| His arrows one by one
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| And he’s awa' tae the greenwood gane
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| Tae ding the dun deer doon — doon
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| Tae ding the dun deer doon
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| Noo Johnny shot and the dun deer leapt
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| And he wounded her in the side
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| And there between the water and the woods
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| The grey hounds laid her pride — her pride
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| The grey hounds laid her pride
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| They ate so much o' the venison
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| They drank so much o' the blood
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| That Johnny and his twa grey dugs
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| Fell asleep as though were deid — were deid
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| Fell asleep as though were deid
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| Then by there cam' a silly auld man
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| An ill death may he dee
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| For he’s awa' tae Esslemont
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| The seven foresters for tae see — tae see
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| The foresters for tae see
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| As I cam' in by Monymusk
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| Doon among yon scruggs
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| Well there I spied the bonniest youth
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| Lyin' sleepin' atween twa dugs — twa dugs
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| Lyin' sleepin' atween twa dugs
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| The buttons that were upon his sleeve
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| Were o' the gowd sae guid
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| And the twa grey hounds that he lay between
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| Their mouths were dyed wi' blood — wi' blood
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| Their mouths were dyed wi' blood
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| Then up and jumps the first forester
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| He was captain o' them a'
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| Sayin «If that be Jock o' Braidislee
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| Unto him we’ll draw — we’ll draw
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| Unto him we’ll draw»
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| The first shot that the foresters fired
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| It hit Johnny on the knee
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| And the second shot that the foresters fired
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| His heart’s blood blint his e’e — his e’e
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| His heart’s blood blint his e’e
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| Then up jumps Johnny fae oot o' his sleep
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| And an angry man was he
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| Sayin «Ye micht have woken me fae my sleep
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| Ere my heart’s blood blint my e’e — my e’e
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| Ere my heart’s blood blint my e’e»
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| But he’s rested his back against an oak
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| His fit upon a stane
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| And he has fired at the seven o' them
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| He’s killed them a' but ane — but ane
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| He’s killed them a' but ane
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| He’s broken four o' that one’s ribs
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| His airm and his collar bane
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| And he has set him upon his horse
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| Wi' the tidings sent him hame — hame
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| Wi' the tidings sent him hame
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| But Johnny’s guid bend bow is broke
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| His twa grey dugs are slain
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| And his body lies in Monymusk
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| His huntin' days are dane — are dane
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| His huntin' days are dane |