The book of British ballads . The starling flew to his mothers window stane, It whistled and it sang ;And aye the ower word o the tune Was—Johnie tarries lang ! They made a rod o the hazel bush,Another o the slae-thorn tree, And mony, mony were the menAt fetching oer Johnie. Then out and spak his auld mother, And fast her tears did fa— Ye wad nae be warned, my son Johnie, Frae the hunting to bide awa. Aft hae I brought to Breadislee,The less gear and the mair ;But I neer brought to Breadislee,What grieved my heart sae sair. But wae betyde that silly auld carle, An ill death shall he die!For th
The book of British ballads . The starling flew to his mothers window stane, It whistled and it sang ;And aye the ower word o the tune Was—Johnie tarries lang ! They made a rod o the hazel bush,Another o the slae-thorn tree, And mony, mony were the menAt fetching oer Johnie. Then out and spak his auld mother, And fast her tears did fa— Ye wad nae be warned, my son Johnie, Frae the hunting to bide awa. Aft hae I brought to Breadislee,The less gear and the mair ;But I neer brought to Breadislee,What grieved my heart sae sair. But wae betyde that silly auld carle, An ill death shall he die!For the highest tree in MerriemassShall be his mornings fee. Now Johnies gude bend bow is broke,And his gude graie dogs are slain ;And his bodie lies dead in Durrisdeer,And his hunting it is done. \ HE DOWIE DENS OF YARROW. This ballad was firstpublished in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border;but other versions of it were, previously, in circulation,and it is stated by Sir Walter Scott to have been a verygreat favourite among
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