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JOHNNIE OF COCKERSLEE
xn ' High up in Braidislee, low down in Braidislee,
And under a buss o' scroggs, The bonniest childe that ever I saw
Lay sleeping at ween his dogs.
' The sark he had upon his back
It was o' the holland fine, The doublet he had over that
It was o' the Lincoln twine.
' The buttons that were on his sleeve
Were o' the gowd sae gude; The twa gray dogs he lay atween,
Their mouths were dyed wi' blude.'
Then out and spak' the First Forester,
The head man owre them a'; ' If this be Johnnie o' Cockerslee
Nae nearer will we draw.'
But up and spak' the Sixth Forester,
(His sister's son was he,) ' If this be Johnnie o' Cockerslee,
We soon shall gar him dee! '
The first flight of arrows the Foresters shot,
They wounded him on the knee; And out and spak' the Seventh Forester,
' The next will gar him dee.'
scroggs] stunted, or scraggy, trees. twine] thread, texture.