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244 JOHNNY COCK. |
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His shoes are of the American leather,
Silver buckles tying them. Silver buckles, Ifc.
'He' hunted up, and so did 'he' down,
Till ' he' came to yon bush of scrogs, w
And then to yon wan water, Where he slept among his dogs.
Johnny Cock out-shot a' the foresters,
And out-shot a' the three; Out shot a' the foresters, is
Wounded Johnny aboun the bree.
" Woe be to you, foresters,
And an ill death may you die! For there would not a wolf in a' the wood,
Have done the like to me. 20
" For ' 'twould ha' put its foot in the coll water,
And ha strinkled it on my bree; And gin [it] that would not have done,
Would have gane and lett me be.
18-24. Finlay furnishes one beautiful stanza which belongs to this portion of the story, and, as that editor remarks, describes expressively the languor of approaching death.
There's no a bird in a' this foreste
Will do as meikle for me, As dip its wing in the wan water
An straik it on my ee-bree.
ScMisk Ballads, I. xxxi. |
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