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JOHITIE OF COCKLESMUIE.
Johnie rose up in a May morning, CalPd for water to wash his hands;
And he has call'd for his gude gray hunds, That lay bund in iron bands, bands, That lay bund in iron bands.
" Ye'll busk, ye'll busk my noble dogs, Ye'U busk and mak them boun,
For I'm going to the Broadspear-hill, To ding the dun deer doun, doun, &c.
Whan Johnie's mither heard o' this,
She til her son has gane— " Ye'll win your mither's benison,
Gin ye wad stay at hame.
" Your meat sail be of the very very best, And your drink o' the finest wine;
And ye will win your mither's benison, Gin ye wad stay at hame."
His mither's counsel he wad na tak,
Nor wad he stay at hame; But he's on to the Broadspear-hill,
To ding the dun deer doun.
Johnie lookit east, and Johnie lookit west,
And a little below the sun ; And there he spied the dun deer sleeping,
Aneath a buss o' brume.
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