The book of British ballads . ^qJ)iw of Sib3ou,del. Linton,sc Eneugh ye hae o gude wheat bread,And eneugh o the blude-red wine ; And, therefore, for nae venison, Johnie,I pray ye, stir frae hame. But Johnies buskt up his gude bend bow, His arrows, ane by ane ;And he has gane to Durrisdeer, To hunt the dun deer down. As he came down by Merriemass, And in by the benty line,There has he espied a deer lying Aneath a bush of ling. Johnie he shot, and the dun deer lap,And he wounded her on the side ; But, atween the water and the brae,His hounds they laid her pride. And Johnie has brytt
The book of British ballads . ^qJ)iw of Sib3ou,del. Linton,sc Eneugh ye hae o gude wheat bread,And eneugh o the blude-red wine ; And, therefore, for nae venison, Johnie,I pray ye, stir frae hame. But Johnies buskt up his gude bend bow, His arrows, ane by ane ;And he has gane to Durrisdeer, To hunt the dun deer down. As he came down by Merriemass, And in by the benty line,There has he espied a deer lying Aneath a bush of ling. Johnie he shot, and the dun deer lap,And he wounded her on the side ; But, atween the water and the brae,His hounds they laid her pride. And Johnie has bryttled the deer sae weel,That hes had out her liver and lungs ; And wi these he has feasted his bluidy hounds,As if they had been earls sons, They eat sae much o the venison,And drank sae much o the blude, That Johnie and a his bluidy hounds,Fell asleep as they had been dead. And by there came a silly auld carle, An ill death mote he die !For hes awa to Hislinton, Where the seven foresters did lie. What news, what news, ye gray headed carle, What news
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